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Prompt: “I’m very busy right now and you’re distracting me.”
 Spoiled rotten. [MATURE.]
He doesn’t have time for it.
To entertain that look for hers. He’s drowned in stress and deadlines from his head down to his feet.
“No, no.” He stops her before she can fully walk over to him from the doorway. “Go away.”
“M’bored!” She whines from the door of his office where music demos spill out from.
“How’s that my problem?” He grins.
“Should be your problem.” She mutters. She wouldn’t have come in here if she wasn’t as bored as she says she is. She was good for most of the day, about leaving him alone to do his work. She knows he’s working through a dead line. So she read a book, watched a film, went out for a bit but she’s exhausted all of her options now. She wants him, his company and all that. “My boy’s finally home and he’s locked himself away in here.”
“Let me just finish this up and then—”
“What are these for?” She asks glancing at all the buttons. There are so many buttons in here.
“Don’t press any.” He answers the thought he knows she has. She’s always got to fiddle with something. He spoke too late, she’s already pressed one. “Told you not to.” He groans. “A menace.” He glares turning his chair away from her and back to his work.
Knowing so she leans into him, skimming her hands over his tense back. She watches his body react to her, tense then settle as she trails her hands over his shoulders.
He groans at her actions but doesn’t attempt to shake her off. She smiles against his skin, leaving kisses at the back of his neck. He’s still not shaking her off when she’s managed to sneak her hand under his shirt, letting her hand roam his broad back. She’s missed kissing him all over.
He turns to her slightly as she runs her hands over his tense shoulders, distracted momentarily.
“No, don’t start.” He warns.
“What m’I starting.” She grins.
“You know what.”
“What?” She nuzzles herself into his neck still. “Tell me.” She smiles against his warm skin.
“You’ve got that look in your eyes.” He smirks looking back down at the screen.
“The one only I know about.”
She smiles to herself as she reaches her hand down to his jean zipper. He watches reluctantly as she grazes her hand over the rough material.
“Not now love.” He looks back up to the screen. “I’ve got too much to get through.”
“Five minutes?” She smiles.
“Much too long.”
“Three then? Can do a lot with three—”
“Not three either.”
She’s frustrated now, antsy too as she pulls her hand back. She sighs walking around him to stand in front of him, in front of his computer screen and he groans. “What part of m’busy don’t you understand!” He whines.
“All of it.” She admits.
“I can see that.”
“Isn’t good to be stressed.” She smiles tracing his jawline down to his neck.
“Don’t.” He smirks looking from the corner of his eye. “Sit.”
She grins widely sinking down on his lap.
“Not what I meant.” He rolls his eyes trying to see past her at the screen. There’s another chair across from him, that’s where he meant.
“Told me to sit.” She wraps her arms around his neck. “Was obeying you.”
“You’re distracting me.”
“Is it working?”
“Go.” He whines. “M’gonna get scolded if I don’t finish this.”
“No you won’t.” She sighs. He can’t be scolded at because he’s the head of this entire operation. “Just say you had to tend to—”
“My girlfriend who can’t stop grabbing at my cock.”
“Could say that.” She shrugs.
“Well you can’t have it.” He replies still looking at the screen.
“Mean.” She pouts nuzzling herself into his neck. “It’s mine.” She whispers.
“Only because m’stressed for time.” He mutters.
She does get it. He’s got plenty of things to listen to, approve and send in. His phone is always vibrating on the desk with calls and pings with incoming messages and emails. But just because she understands it doesn’t mean she’s not needy between her legs and needy for him to touch her.
She looks up at him from the place she’s nuzzled into at her neck, “Please Daddy.” She says with that look of hers, innocent and begging but only one is true.
She knows she’s managed to catch his attention now when he presses his lips together tightly, inhales loudly and his hand tightens around the mouse from his now rendered useless computer.
She glides her thumb across his bottom lip as he continues to focus on anything but what she’s doing. Then she’s kissing him softly at the side of his mouth, down to her jawline where she can reach from her place at his neck. She moves her lips over his jawline down to his neck, knowing that gets to him. There’s plenty that gets to him about her.
“Need my cock Daddy.” She laces her hand through his. “M’practically soaking through my shorts. Can have a feel if you don’t believe me.”
She shifts her hips to unbutton her jean shorts before bringing his hand to the line of her panties and he doesn’t stop her. She shifts her hips slightly to bring his fingers up against her, “See?” She whispers. “Wouldn’t want you to miss out—”
“You’re actually evil.” He glares.
But he can’t hide from her, not well anyway. She’s sat on top of him, with his fingers at her folds and she’s nearly about to start rocking against them. His cock is getting harder and angrier underneath his tight jeans. He can practically feel it pulsing, leaking under her.
“Mind if I just rub myself on you then,” she asks into his neck. “Since you’re so busy?” She asks fully pleased with herself.
“Could just make myself come.” She sighs adjusting her hips. “Gonna make me come on your jeans instead of on your cock? Are you Daddy?” She gasps slightly when the rough material of his jeans rub back against her clit. “Can’t imagine,” she inhales sharply. “That’d be what you want.” She throws her head back when he lifts his leg up further to rub against her snugly.
“M’not,” she exhales softly. “A bit entitled maybe. Maybe a tad spoiled as well.” She smiles as her eyes flutter shut.
“Your fault.” She gasps sharply when he does it again. “You’re always taking really good care of me.”
She’s whimpering now, needy for it and needy for something more. Her fists at his shirt tighten every time she glides over, back and forth across his thigh. “M’usually being good.”
“Bullshit.” He manages through his teeth and she grins against his shoulder.
She’s getting him angry now.
“Some inspiration will do you good.” She suggests. “Could write a song about what we’re about to do.”
“M’gonna write a whole fucking song about how sweet and tight your cunt is but just how fuckin pesky you are too.” He gets up with her in his arms, angry, bothered and now incredibly distracted.
He gives in just like she knew he would at some point. Almost immediately she’s on the floor with him rushing to hover over her. He’s already breathing heavily as he pulls her shorts down her legs and throws them far with impatience.
“Should have remembered I don’t like being ignored.” She smirks.
“A spoiled little—” Harry’s phone rings in the distance but it’s long forgotten as she unbuttons his jeans in a haste. He curses under his breath as she pulls his briefs down, his cock hard, springing up from the confines of his jeans.
“At least someones happy about me being a distraction,” she smirks as he pulls her underwear down her legs and she kicks them off. Just the sight of him, big and thick makes her stomach tighten.
She reaches for his cock, wraps her hand around it in attempt to line him up with her. He wraps his big hand around her wrist before she can only to pin it above her head.
“Tell Daddy what you want—”
“No, no teasing.” She shakes her head before he holds her jaw still in one hand.
“You don’t like it being done to you do you?” He tightens his hold as her legs squirm trying to pull him to her. “S’a shame because you’re gonna get it now love.”’ Her eyes go wide when she feels the head of him nudging at her clit. “Should know by now that m’fair, can’t go around teasing people and expecting nothing to catch up with you.”
She looks down to where he’s teasing her and she whines loudly. “Please.”
“Use your words. You were so chatty love, just minutes ago.”
She’s just panting now. Her chest rising and falling as he leaves kisses across it, sucks hard at the taut skin before biting down. She whimpers impatiently as he cups one of her breasts whilst wrapping his mouth around the other. She’s kicking her legs from the oversensitivity at her clit and the way his teeth are grazing her nipple.
He’s ruthless with it, how he glides himself over her wet slit. Teases her at her entrance before going back to her clit, prodding against it.
He notices her nearly shaking but he isn’t easing up. She’s got to learn, she’s much too spoiled. She isn’t used to being told no, she always manages to get her way. Nearly.
Harry is enjoying this, fully satisfied at the loss of power she isn’t used to. He’s hovering over her, her glassy eyes latched onto his smug ones. He thumbs over her wet lips slowly, the ones she’s been biting as he tortures her slowly.
“Mhm? Nothing?” He questions her rhetorically.
She’s just begging with her eyes now. Her blown out and glassy eyes. Her cheeks are already pink, her lips red and her hair is already tangled from his harsh grip.
“Back there you were all, Daddy this and Daddy that.”
She’s pulsing between her legs and the insides of her thighs are much too sticky. She’s whimpering for it now, for his cock as he grinds himself against her torturously back and forth.
“Daddy please.” She gulps. “Fuck me.”
“What’s that?” He smirks, holding her jaw tightly. “Speak up Princess.”
“Fuck me!” She nearly cries. “M’not kidding, won’t blow you for a whole week—”
She gasps sharply, nearly coughs over it as he drives into her. She cries out loudly before letting out a lusty moan. The one he thinks about when he’s away and results to pulling his hand over himself just replaying it over and over again. Her had tilts back, her neck strained as he drives into her roughly. He’s cursing harshly into her neck, forgetting his previous character.
“S’this what you wanted?” He whispers bitterly. “What you were begging for?”
She lets out soft whines and whimpers as she holds tightly to him.
“Can’t hear you love,” he wraps her leg around him, so he can get deeper. She cries out and her nails sink into the skin of his back harder. “Use your words.”
“Yes! Was—what—I—I wanted.” She moans wrapping herself tighter around him, needy for more. He notices how desperate she is for it, he knows she’ll come soon like this. “Don’t stop!—Keep fucking me—please!” This is what she wants, the easy way out, her way. But he’s not nearly done.
He cups her jaw, holds onto her tightly as he drives into her a few more times. His thrusts into her are rough ones. The tension and stress leaving him and he’s not surprised that she was right. She’s always right. And God she feels good, she always feels so fucking good.
He feels her squeezing him, enough to make him see white, enough to give into her. He’s got to stop, this would be much to easy on her.
Her eyes flutter open and widen as she lets out an involuntarily whine, she’s empty. She can barely lift her head off the floor to look down at where they had been connected. She was so full a second ago, so close to the brink and—
“Hands and knees.” He lifts himself off of her. “C’mon love, get to it. Haven’t got all day.”
“What!” She gasps. “I was—was—”
“Were you gonna come love?” He smirks. “Is that it? Were you close?”
She’s glaring at him with fluttering and disbelieving eyes. “You fucking—”
“Easy there love,” he glares back pressing his thumb at her lips. “Wouldn’t want you to say anything you’d regret, you’re in enough trouble I’d say. Yeah?”
She reluctantly turns over to her stomach, lifting herself up onto her hands and knees like he asked. She’s still breathing deeply at her unfulfilled finish, she’s hot and she can feel herself dripping down her inner thighs as she holds herself up on her shaky hands and knees.
She’s not used to this, not getting what she wants. Her head hangs forward as she attempts catching her breath, her hair messily covering her face.
“Have to teach you how to be good don’t I?” He glides his fingers back and forth across her wet folds as she shudders. She whimpers pathetically when he cups her sex, lingers the pads of his fingers at her clit.
“You’re dripping for it love,” he whispers against the back of her neck as he hovers over her. Shivers run up her spine as her head bucks back towards him. “Look at that.” He brings his fingers to her, showing her. His fingers wet and glistening with it.
He’s back at teasing her, his fingers circling her clit, rubbing rough circles that make her knees wobble. His fingers tease her wet slit, nearly slide in only to have them stay at her entrance, teasing her achingly. He isn’t playing fair and he knows that, loves it too.
“Please.” Her voice cracks, barely a whisper gets out.
“What are you begging for Princess?”
“Anything!” She whimpers. “Just do something.” She pushes back against him, needy for his hands on her.
She shudders as he smoothes his hand over the swell of her bum. “Need all the attention don’t you Princess?”
“Please spank me.”
“Please spank me Daddy.” She whines impatiently.
The sound of his hand colliding with her skin resonates off the walls. The sting from his palm settling her and maddening her, making her moan in relief. The sound of it conditioned to make her drip.
She’s trying her best to keep herself upright as he gives her the second. He’s tugged her hair tightly, wrapped it around his fist as she jolts forward with a cry. The force of the blow arching her back beautifully and they both know she’s getting stickier between her thighs.
After the third he’s using his big hands to massage the blossoming pink skin. The cold silver of his rings are cold against her heated skin, she shudders when they glide back over her skin, she’s so sensitive to them. Obsessed with the ache they cause, the marks they leave and the sharp sting that melts into tingles.
“More.” She barely lets out. “Please, more.”
He goes for it, three more in a row, closer together in time. Her moans grow louder, and he watches her skin go from pink to red. He’s at it harder, making the marks redder, knowing she loves to look at them in the mirror before she gets dressed for the day or undressed and before she bathes.
He kisses up her back until he reaches the nape of her neck, “The marks should stay for a while, till I get back in a week.”
She nods hastily, she likes having things that remind her of him, makes it easier to hold out for him. She’s breathing loudly as he guides her hips back to him.
“Right Princess, you’re gonna be good? Good for me?”
She nods lethargically, out of it but needy between her thighs.
“Words love, need your words.”
“Yes.” She whispers.
“M’gonna be good for you Daddy.” She looks back at him desperately.
“Take all of me in yeah? Always do that nicely.” He bites down on the warm skin of her neck. She nods hastily and he pushes into her swiftly. Her mouth opens in a silent moan when he fills her.
He’s quick to begin his rough thrusts at that spot inside of her. And she’s moaning loudly in relief along with his throaty curses. He’s deep and big and stretching her just how she wanted, “So good—fuck you’re big.”
He’s leaving marks on her hips from where he’s steading her. So he can can fuck into her deeper. She’s doing so good and he tells her so. “Wish you could see what m’seeing Princess.” He groans as he continues driving into her wet folds.
“Taking me in so nicely into that sweet little cunt of yours.” He whispers to her. “You feel it don’t you, feel me deep inside of you, must be since you’re taking every inch into it.”
She whines loudly, pushing back on him, needy for every bit of him. She’s getting him nice and wet, covering him with her wetness that’s been pooling for much too long. He watches them, watches him pull back slick from her before driving hard back into her.
She’s so good he remembers in detail, exactly how she feels, how warm and soft she is.
He’ll never get used to how good she feels. It’s like the first time each time.
“God I love you—really fuckin in love with you.” He hovers over her, tangling a fist into her hair again to make her look to him. He kisses her cheek softy as he thrusts into her again and again.
She whimpers against his lips every time he meets the spongey spot inside of her, his groans pull their lips apart as well. “Stretching so well love, wrapping around me like my cock was made for you.”
She’s certain it was.
“We fit so nicely don’t we Princess?”
“M’filling you up huh love?”
She nods barely, out of breath to answer but she she swears he’s reached her stomach. She’s taking all of him, just like she always manages. He’s in her so deep that every thrust of his brings her ass back to his lower stomach.
She turns her head, to look back at him taking her.
“Tell Daddy what you want Princess.”
“Don’t stop—just fuck me. Keep fucking me please.”
She hardly finishes her sentence before he’s taking her hips roughly, bending her further and pounding into her.
She can’t stop crying out, chanting his name and begs for him to keep going. She’s whimpering loudly, letting out cracked exhales as he hits deeper, harder.
When his hand collides with the already red skin of her bum she yelps. She’s taking all of him, the sensation of having him this deep mixes with the sting and throb of her spanked bum and she’s getting dizzy.
He does it again before driving into her hard and he gets that sound out of her again. He couldn’t explain it if he tried it’s just the filthiest moaned cry that keeps him up at night when he isn’t with her to make her do it.
She pushes back against him, needy for it all. She’s so full of him, stretching around him so nicely but she keeps pushing back onto him for more. He reaches around her for her clit, rubbing rough fast paced circles against her.
“Full.” She whimpers. She feels so full. She knows this feeling, the buildup of it, like a balloon filling up with air. She used to be wary about this feeling, tell him to stop because she knew she was about to make a mess onto whatever surface had been chosen. She’s close now, about to make a mess too and he’s craving it.
He knows she’s there, at that place. Full and ready to spill onto him. When he plants one foot of his on the floor so he can take her deeper, change the angle a bit she nearly screams and those blown out eyes of hers water slightly.
“You love this huh love,” he asks rhetorically over a whimpered cry of hers. “Getting fucked this hard till you can’t speak.”
She answers him with a choked out cry. She’s close, so close and she’s begging him to let her this time. The obscenities leaving his lips make her stomach tighten.
“Princess has got a sweet and tight little cunt doesn’t she?”
“Not yet Princess.”
“Belongs to me doesn’t it,” he groans loudly as she pulses around him. “I’ve got the best one don’t I, best one belongs to me.”
He’s relentless with her, so she’s just spilling out, ‘Yours, yours, yours’ desperately over and over again. She can’t think of anything else to say or that she’ll be able to manage.
He goes mad, can’t stop fucking her, the sounds she lets out spurring him on. The sounds of the fucking, her ass hitting his lower stomach, the sounds of her wet sex driving him into a craze.
She’s so wet, they can hear it, can hear her wet skin take him in, can hear him fucking her hard like she needed.
He pulls her hair, her neck stretching back as he bends her body further, shifting the angle he’s pushing into her.
“Fuck!—Yes, Harry.“ She gasps.
She cries out when he stops, only realizing what she had done when he stills inside of her.
“What was that Princess?” He growls.
“Don’t go silent on me now Princess.”
“Daddy.” She corrects herself hurriedly.
“There it is.” He groans in response, before driving back into her roughly.
He’s just as close as she is, feels like he’s just about ready to explode, his body tightening, his muscles roping in, working into overdrive.
“Fuck!—Come Daddy please! I need you to—come inside me.”
“Look at me love, look at me.” He whispers harshly. Her eyes are barely open and she can’t comply to anything at this point. He does it for her then, taking her jaw turning it towards him as she looks back at him. “There, wanna see you come.” He’s holding her in place to make sure she keeps her eyes on him. And she’s looking at him desperately, with watery eyes. “Come for me Princess, go on.”
He’s done for once he feels her come around him, squeezing him so tightly he’s seeing things hazily. He’s fucking her past her orgasm, with whatever strength he finds. Her release coating him as he drives into her with sloppy rapid thrusts. She’s properly crying out now, her body flooded with overstimulated nerves as she tilts her head back, wobbly at the knees.
He’s got his hands on her hips, holding tightly to them as he nears his finish. He knows how sensitive she is, she’s squeezing him so tightly he can barely get into her. ‘Christ—tight! Bloody—Fuck!—’ He moans loudly. It’s both her tightening around him and that desperate look in her eyes as she’s looking at him, that unravels him. He’s cursing loudly, holding tightly to her hips as he comes undone. He’s spilling into her hot and heavily, she whimpers and whines when she feels him shudder inside of her, coating her walls.
He pulls out of her slowly, wet and sensitive, cursing at the feeling of losing her. He groans deep in his throat as he watches him ooze out of her, leak wouldn’t even do this justice more like watching him pour out of her.
She needs to lay down, he does so carefully, makes her lay on her back as he pushes the hair from her face.
“Good?” He asks rhetorically over his heavy pants. She nods barely with whatever energy she has left. “Not bored anymore?” He bites down on the skin of her shoulder. She shakes her head before he leaves a kiss at her forehead.
“A lot—you came really hard, can feel it still.” She mumbles.
“Christ you did too,” he pushes his hair off his face. “Felt you soak me.”
“Is that me or you then?” She smiles sleepily feeling it run down her legs.
“If I give it a good look m’gonna get hard again.” He groans turning to her. “M’already in enough trouble.” He laughs tiredly. But he’s not complaining about this distraction, not one bit. They can wait.
“Say you had to rescue a cat from a tree.” She offers. “You were being chivalrous so they can fuck off.” She mutters and he laughs loudly pulling her to him.
“M’never gonna be able to get any work done in here, ever. You’ve ruined the space.” He says.
“Is it because there’s come on the floor now?”
“That too.” He chuckles.
“I love your cock.” She sighs, a wide grin spread onto her face. “A lot.” He hums against her, smiling against her warm skin. “M’a lucky girl, get it all to myself.”
“Haven’t said anything about the who attached to it.”
“Yeah, he’s alright.” She shrugs. “Bearable.”
“Oh, that’s good then? Bearable is always good.” He buries his head into her chest to bit down on her collarbone. She squeals loudly as he sucks harshly on the bitten skin.
“He’s my favorite,” she wraps her arms around his neck bringing herself closer to him. “But it’s better he doesn’t know, gets a bit cocky that one.”
“I love you too.” He grins.
“A bit awkward love, who said I was talking ‘bout—”
“Shut up.” He bites down on the soft skin of her breast
“God you’ve ruined me,” she pushes her now tangled hair out of her face. “Nothing’s ever gonna be as good as that or all the other times.”
“Are you planning on—”
“No, plan on fucking you for the rest of my life.” She says and he hums contently. “Can’t go back to a life of mediocre sex where m’nearly dangling off the bed dressed like a Mary Poppins explaining what the clit looks like.”
“S’oddly specific.” He looks up at her.
She laughs loudly as he kisses her, she attempts to kiss him back while laughing still. “It was Halloween, three years ago.”
“Glad you’re mine then. No dangling Marry Poppins, none of that.” He says and they both erupt in laughter again.
“Can we go out tonight? Check a few things off my list?” She runs her fingers through his hair, setting aside some messy strands.
She makes a list of places and things she wants to do with him whilst he’s gone. It’s her way of creating something to look forward to when he’s gone for so long. When she’s got lots to wait for and it makes the waiting easier. And she likes sharing things with him, doing new things with him they both can remember and keep when they aren’t together. She likes having memories that are just for them.
So he doesn’t mind at all when she drags him to a cooking class, or to a nursery to get plants they can plant in their back garden (she sends him pictures of their growing plants whilst he’s away), or that one ice cream place with extremely odd flavors.
“Yes,” he kisses the tip of her nose. “Let me just finish this and m’all yours.”
She nods as he gets himself off of her, the idea of working is a lot less appealing now he must admit. She’s still panting slightly on the floor as he walks back to his desk.
“You pressed record.” He groans pulling his jeans back up.
“Should use that for something then.” She grins getting up to look for her clothes. “Would you look at that? You didn’t even have to slave over or write something new to send out. Your welcome.” She grins walking out of the room with her clothes in hand.
“Love for Christ’s sake the gardeners are outside! Put your clothes on!” Harry regrets buying a house with her with so many windows now. She likes big windows. So he got her big windows.
“Make me.” She calls back from the hallway she’s already walked down. “It’s my home and I’ll walk around naked in it if I fancy.”
“No you won’t!” He laughs exasperatedly. Not when the windows are open and when there’s people outside.
“M’not about to slip my shorts back on when I’ve got your come running down my legs still.” She rolls her eyes. “Come clean me up, we could use a bath. I got you sticky too.”
She’s really getting to him today. Sending him into a craze and he doesn’t know how to explain this to the people waiting to hear from him about the things he had to do today. He most certainly is not going to get anymore work done today or meet any of his deadlines.
He gets up from his desk abruptly, “a menace.” He groans as he hears her running the bath. “A fuckin menace.” But he’s nearly running down the hallway to their bedroom at the end of the hallway.