Taylor i love you so much oh my god this is a real thing that happened!!! It’s felt like a dream all week and I just love you and THANK YOU for inviting me. You’ve made my absolute wildest dream come true.
PS we look like the bestest of friends????? I adore you.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy the second part to Too Soon, it has been highly requested so I hope it turned out as well as part one!
Nothing changed, since Richie and yourself moved away from Derry, not one single thing had changed. Your stomach churned as your nerves were on edge, your anxiety was through the roof. Richie’s fingers laced with yours and he gave you a reassuring squeeze, you shifted your gaze to meet his and his face showed just how worried he was. Worried about his friends. Worried about you. Worried about your baby.
His worried expression and his constant grasp on your hand was something you had grown used to over the last day and a half. When his hand was not on yours, it carefully caressed your slight growing bump. Within the next three weeks, you would definitely be showing in your pregnancy, even in your baggy shirts. For the most part, the flight back to Derry was silent since you slept most of the flight, Richie just silently watched over you. It coming back so soon was something that made his stomach churn with uneasiness.
The two of you stood outside of the restaurant everyone was supposed to meet up at. Richie shot you a quick look and he released a quick but shaky breath, “we don’t get involved.” Richie’s voice was quiet as he gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, you gave a nod, “promise.”
The two of you walked in and found the table that the others already sat at, “what’s up, assholes!” You rolled your eyes at that, “Richie, really?” All eyes were on you two and you were quickly pulled into a hug by Beverly.
Separate conversations quickly sparked up throughout the group, Richie’s hand was placed on your thigh comfortingly. Slowly, the conversation drifted to the reason you all were back.
“We… we have to kill it this time…” Bill’s words were strained, his stutter threatened to return, “for Georgie… for Betty… all the missing kids.”
The new tension eased away your comfort and your nerves returned as you gave a glance to Richie. He was already shaking his head, “Y/N and I will do what we can but… we aren’t going into those sewers, we are leaving tomorrow.”
“What?” Eddie’s voice was the loudest and all eyes were on you once again. You hesitantly grasped Richie’s hand, “you’re joking. He’s joking, right Y/N?” Stan’s voice cracked.
“No, he’s not. We just… we can’t do it.” Your voice was strained, it felt wrong to say to Stan since you knew he had such a hard time the first time, but you knew you had more than just yourself to think about.
“How could you two do this? Why would you even come if you weren’t going to help us against it?” Bill’s voice mirrored his angry expression.
Tears swelled in your eyes as you turned away, your eyes trained on your hand that Richie was holding, “it’s not what you guys-“
“You’re being cowards!”
“No, I’m doing what’s best for my family!” Richie pointed a finger at Bill, “trust me, I’d kill that fucking clown myself, but we have to think,” he paused, his eyes shot to yours as you gave him a nod to continue, “we have to think about our child.”
Silence filled the room and you felt as if you were going to be sick, “what?” Eddie’s voice was quiet.
“I’m pregnant.” The words escaped your lips for the first time and you let out a shaky breath.
Beverly was the first to give a reaction, the first to give any reaction to you saying you were pregnant, and it was shock “Oh, my God.” She quickly shook her head with a smile, “Oh, my God! Congratulations!”
She quickly got up and gave you a hug, you stood up and wrapped your arms around her.
“What the fuck, Richie?! How could you bring her!”
“What the fuck? Now you’re mad because we are here! Make up your mind, Eds!” Richie growled out as he shot Eddie a look, “she would have came either way, but that’s why she’s not stepping a centimeter in a fucking sewer.”
Eddie’s face set in a hard look before it eased, “don’t call me, Eds.”
Silence fell over the able for a minute. “Wow,” Mike finally spoke up, “Richie’s going to be a dad, how weird is that?”
Richie grinned, “really fucking weird huh?”
You gave a soft laugh as the tension vanished, you leaned on your elbow, “we are seriously going to have to work on your language.”
Richie shot you a smirk, but before he could say anything you lifted your hand to your lips, “oh, I’ll be… I’ll be right back. Bathroom.” You muttered quickly as Richie released your hand and gave your shoulder a comforting rub, “want me to come with you?”
“No,” you gave him a sweet smile, “I’ll be right back.”
You quickly made your way to the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and collapsed on the floor as you quickly heaved into the toilet, but nothing came out. You fell back against the wall, your slow, deep breaths turned into quick, panicked breaths as you fell forward with a pained groan. A sharp, gut wrenching pain shot through your abdomen and you grasped your stomach. Blood began to seep through your jeans and pooled beneath you as a panicked scream ripped from your throat, despite never having one before, you quickly recognized it as a contraction.
“No, no.” You sobbed as you reached forward to lifted yourself using the toilet, you closed your eyes. When you opened your eyes, the pain and blood were gone.
“You’re starting to sound like Billy boy.” A sinister and chilling voice came from behind you, a sickeningly familiar voice. You quickly turned your head, a hand wrapped around your throat, It inhaled deeply, “there it is.” It’s eyes focused on your stomach before you lost consciousness.
Your screams that were mixed of panic and pain echoed throughout the restaurant, immediately alerting Richie. When he got the bathroom to find it empty, he punched the bathroom door, “son of a bitch!”
He stormed out of the restaurant, his eyes wild, “Richie! Richie!” He snapped his head to Bill, “what?!”
“Where are you going?”
“Where do you think? I’m going to Neibolt and I am going to fucking kill this clown!” Richie growled dangerously, “are you coming with me or not?”
The answer was clear as they quickly caught up with Richie.
The echo of water dripping woke up, you lifted your head and your breath caught in your throat. You felt sick to your stomach as you looked around at the lair, everything was decomposing. Your hand immediately went to hold your stomach and eased over your baby bump, your body clear of any blood. A relived sigh left your lips. Your eyes darted over to the exit, you knew you would not make it to it before It got you.
“Hm,” your head snapped behind you with wide eyes, “you’ve definitely grown, Y/N.” A satisfied grin crossed It’s face, “and you’ve brought my favorite meal.” His eyes shifted to your hand that protectively held your stomach.
“Don’t-“ you were cut off as your head slammed into the floor, “we’ll wait for your husband for the fun to begin.” His laughter echoed through the room as you passed out once more.
Navigating the sewers was pretty easy, for the most part, they remembered how to get through there. Richie found himself thankful for that, but even that was not enough to ease his nerves. Even when this all began ten years ago and all that happened, Richie never felt so scared his whole life.
When they entered the familiar room, Richie’s eyes immediately found yours, lifeless and your body covered in blood, your stomach ripped open. His eyes drifted next to your body and he felt like he was going to throw up as a clump of blood laid next to you, he knew what it was. “N-No, NO!” His sobs echoed as he ran forward, “Y/N!”
“Richie, wait!” Bill latched onto Richie’s arm, Richie turned and his fist connected with Bill’s cheek, “Let go of me!”
Bill pulled Richie to him, despite the stinging in his cheek, he placed a comforting hand on Richie’s shoulder, “Richie, whatever you see, it isn’t real… she’s knocked out, but she’s ok.”
Richie turned around to see Eddie by you, the blood was gone, your hand placed over your stomach protectively despite being unconscious, and Eddie was trying to waking you up. Richie muttered your name before he walked over to you, he collapsed to his knees and ignored the pain that shot through his legs. He shot Eddie a grateful smile and nod. His shaky hands gently pulled your head into his lap, his hands slowly ran through your hair, “Y/N,” he whimpered, “Y/N, you have to wake up.” He sobbed softly as he leaned over you, he placed a kiss against your lips, “please.” The others have never heard Richie sound so broken, but they understood.
A groan escaped your lips as your eyes slowly opened, your eyes focused on Richie’s your hand lifted to press against his cheek, “Richie.”
“Oh, thank God. I love you so much, Y/N. Oh, my God.” Richie’s voice broke as he kissed your lips repeatedly. “I’m ok.” You leaned up and looked over towards the well, “we have to kill It… It knows.” Richie’s grip on you tightened as he stood, his eyes glaring at the well.
“Come on out, fucking coward.” Richie yelled, his hand grabbed a metal pipe from the rubble. Beverly, Mike, Ben, and Eddie followed in behind him as Bill helped you up, your eyes darted to his swollen cheek, “Bill?”
He gave a soft smile, “it was Richie, but it’s alright… I know how he felt… whatever It showed him, it broke him.” Your heart dropped, you knew the feeling as well. What It showed you, the miscarriage. The pain was unbearable.
“Richie.” He did not hear you, his yells continued, “you took my wife, you threatened my child! I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Will you Richie? Will you kill me before I rip your unborn child from Y/N’s womb? I’ll kill every single one of you.” It appeared between Richie and the others, at It’s voice, Richie quickly swung the pipe and it connected with It’s face. The others jumped into action, hitting, stabbing, kicking, anything they could to get it down. Once It’s back was on the ground, fearfully looking up as they surrounded him. Richie let out an angry yell as he brought the pipe down on its face repeatedly, eventually smashing in its face.
“Richie, Richie stop!” Eddie grabbed him and pulled him back, “It… It’s dead.”
Bill slowly helped you up, his arms wrapped around you to steady you as you walked over to Richie as he panted. His eyes wide as they landed on you, his body immediately moved to wrap his arms around your shoulders and pulled you tightly to him. “I love you so much.” He kissed your head, “I love you both so much.” You could feel his tears landing in your hair as you felt the others wrap their arms around the two of you in a comforting manner. “We did it,” Eddie’s voice was quiet, “It’s over.”
Chris Martin is adorable and must be protected (pt. 2)
“Some people are into bondage, and some people are into cross-dressing, and some people are into Coldplay – I don’t mind being a fetish. I don’t mind not being cool. I’ve never been cool in my whole life. Being voted the world’s sexiest vegetarian is about as cool as it gets.”
He leaned back in his chair, tilting his head to the side as he continued examining your features from across the table. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward again, resting his elbows on the table as his brows wrinkled in scrutiny. You shifted in your chair, your eyes flickering from his to Jongdae in the kitchen to his elbows on the table to your own hands in your lap, trying to feel less awkward. It wasn’t working.
Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ Sooooo I’ve been very very quiet the last months, because I was super busy with my finals but now they are almost over. And while watching some videos on YouTube I got this idea, I had to write this. So let’s jump into it! I hope you enjoy! ♥
Words - 846
Warnings - crying but mostly fluff
As you sit on the double bed in your bedroom, your legs and arms wrapped around a big cushion, you look over to your nighttable, your phone halfway charged.
Your heart hammers against your chest, you pick up the phone, unplug it and dial Natasha’s number, but before pressing the inviting green button to call her, you delete the number again and stare at the clock on your phone.
It’s 2:36 pm and it shouldn’t take long until your husband is home. And you wanted him to know first. It is his right to know first, wasn’t it?
do the gods love their creations? Would you ever think to love me?
shhh, oh my gosh, of course i do, i love you so much, oh my GOD, don't even think like that, you're so amazing and beautiful, stop it, don't, ok? i love you. i LOVE you. please sit down, you've been working so hard
Husband of the Year™ goes to Marcus “babe, babe I got your bag it’s okay what do you need how can I help do you need your scalpel I think I remember what that looks like??? is it the pointy one??? how about shoulder pats do you need shoulder pats because i can give you shoulder pats!!! go babe go you kick ass!!!!! I love you so much oh my god”Kane.
Seeing Taylor reenact her past selves really fucking chocked me up, despite the fact it’s all meant to be badarse tbh, because I’ve loved every single one of those women and it hit me that I wouldn’t be who I was or have gotten through each rage in my life with each of them and them music they created 😩😭 I’m A Fucking Mess™ Swift - I hope you’re happy!!
Please for the love of god make Gladio Steve and Ignis Tony oh my god your comics are SO FREAKING cute with Spidey Prompto and I'm just a pile of giggles right now and I love you so much oh my god you made my entire day *HUUUUUUUUGS*
I’m so glad you like them, Anon!
But tbh, I prefer Prompto to be the only super-powered one in this AU! The rest of the Chocobros are his friends that he tries to keep his alter-ego a secret from… but they find out anyway hahahahaha! And once they do, they do their best to support him!
Rambling headcanons about the roles of the Chocobros in the Spider-Man AU under the cut!
Hey Sweetheart :) I just fell in love with OUAT and thought I could
request a Jefferson imagine :) Maybe where you’re his big love but dont
remember him. Then he keeps you at his house and you slowly start
falling for him. One night after a small fight he Ends up kissing you
and you end in passionate lovemaking that night. In the morning you both
wake up cuddled together and you tell him that you remember him? :)
Awwww thank you so much if you write this :*
Warnings: mentions of smut
“(Y/N), you can’t ever talk to her!” Jefferson yelled, raking a hand through his hair. “She’s dangerous!”
“She’s hurting Jefferson! She just had her son taken away from her and now she’s having to watch him grow up with someone new, someone she doesn’t even know, do you know how hard that must be for her?”
“Yes, I do!” Jefferson yells, tears pooling within his beautiful eyes. “I know exactly how that feels (Y/N) and that hasn’t made me some kind of monster,”
“She’s not a monster Jefferson,” Jefferson growls, his hands permanently glued to his hair.
“You don’t know her like I know her,”
“Jefferson, we’ve both known her the same amount of time, there’s no way you know her any differently than anyone else-”
“That’s not the point (Y/N)! The point is she’s dangerous, you don’t know what she can do, don’t let her get close to you because she will destroy everything and anything you love, do you understand?” To this (Y/N) falls silent, gnawing on their lip gently whereas Jefferson was anything like (Y/N)’s seemingly calm persona. He wanted to yell, to punch something or someone, he wanted to hurt Regina, he wanted to make her pay for all the pain he had ever experienced, he wanted to-
Every thought that was flying through Jefferson’s brain immediately stopped when a sudden pair of lips push against his, nearly taking his breath away.
“I don’t want her to hurt you Jefferson,” (Y/N) admits quietly, their cheeks ablaze as they stare at Jefferson’s scarf. “I can’t let her hurt you,” Jefferson lets (Y/N)’s words sink in, let them fester below his skin before he realizes what they mean.
“You- you mean-”
“Yes Jefferson,” (Y/N) nods, biting their lip once again. “I love you and I don’t want to lose you,” Jefferson sighs shakily as he rests his forehead against (Y/N)’s letting their lips almost touch. They loved him, they still loved him, that’s all that mattered, (Y/N) still loved him.
“I love you too (Y/N), I love you so much, oh my god,” Jefferson tries not to cry, he really does, but as soon as (Y/N) cups his cheeks and kisses him again he loses it. The tears roll down his cheeks and he whines against (Y/N)’s lips, more than desperate to kiss them back.
What had previously been a sweet, chaste kiss quickly turned passionate, leaving both (Y/N) and Jefferson breathless.
“Jefferson,” (Y/N)’s voice is needy, full of hunger and passion and it leaves Jefferson watering at the mouth. “Please, I need you,” God, he hadn’t heard those words in years, decades and they still had the same damn effect on him, made him hard and aching for (Y/N).
“You have no idea how amazing it is to hear you say that,“
Jefferson smiled as (Y/N) curled into him, shivering slightly due to the cold of his room but now he was here to keep them warm and safe and this time he wasn’t going to let them go, he wasn’t going to lose them again.
“You’re warm,” (Y/N) whispers as they bury their face in Jefferson’s neck, breathing in his scent deeply.
“I know I am,” Jefferson smirks as reaches up, running his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair gently, an action they once found solace in, in a land far, far away, in a time long, long ago. (Y/N) hums at his ministrations, pushing impossibly closer to him.
“Feels good,” (Y/N) mumbles, their words slowly but surely starting to slur together.
“You’re tired my love,” Jefferson silently cheers because god- it’s been so long since he’s been able to call (Y/N) his love. “Go to sleep,”
“I’m afraid I’ll wake up and this will all have been a dream,”
“Never,” Jefferson whispers as he presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead, letting his lips linger there before he pulls away. “I’d never let that happen,”
“Promise me?” Jefferson sighs and nods, rubbing his cheek against (Y/N)’s head.
“I promise.” And with that in mind (Y/N) slipped to sleep, leaving Jefferson to hope that when he woke up that this indeed wasn’t a dream, that he’d still have (Y/N) by his side and that they’d still love him.
Jefferson awoke with a groan and a stretch, stretching his arms over his head as he moaned and groaned. The sun was streaming through the windows, making everything seem bright, too bright.
“mhhh, (Y/N)?” Jefferson reached out to hold (Y/N) but when his hand was met with empty sheets he all but bolted upright, any trace of exhaustion and soreness wiped from his body.
There (Y/N) was, sitting there on his bed, the sheets wrapped around their body as they stared at the floor. Oh god- what had happened, what had he done? Did they realize they didn’t love Jefferson? Had Regina said something? What in bloody hell had happened?
“Jefferson?” (Y/N) looks at Jefferson, their eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. “Oh my god Jefferson,” They cling to him, wrapping their arms and legs around him like some kind of koala. “I remember it, I remember you and wonderland, I remember Regina and Grace and- and-” (Y/N) sobs against Jefferson, clinging to him tighter than they had before.
Honestly Jefferson was stunned, he hadn’t ever expected anyone to break the curse and now suddenly (Y/N) was remembering everything? He knew it was strange and would probably need some investigation but for now he simply held (Y/N), kissed them softly, told them that everything was okay, that they were going to be okay.
He had his (Y/N) back and that’s all the mattered to him.
i stand easily corrected, the ultimate ship is @tyranttortoise and i apparently, thank you all for your support and shipping master insights, @wildunderbeastly, @mellamew, @with-a-whisper, @kiwispaz X)
oh yeah Ty lemme whisk you off your feet, i can show you the woooorld, shining shimmering splendor skeletons~~<3
I was listening to
Sign of the Times while I wrote this so idk what to tell yaA story where Harry
first plays you the song and things escalate from there if ya know what I mean
“I’m sorry, pet, I’m just so tired.” Harry mumbled as he
stood from the couch you were both sitting at. You frowned slightly, and stood
to wrap your arms around him from behind. You pressed your cheek into his back.
“Don’t be sorry, I just hate to see you so worn out”, you
spoke into his back and took a step back to allow him to spin and face you. His
eyes looked deep into yours, and his hands rested on your hips. He slowly
leaned in to press a gentle kiss on the top of your head. The kiss lasted for a
couple moments; you could feel his soft breath against your scalp as his lips
stayed pressed there.
“Do you want to hear the song?” He breathed out against your
head and you froze in your spot. He had never offered to let you hear one of
his newly recorded songs. Maybe he just finished and perfected the one he
wanted you to listen to today?
You stepped back to look him in the eye and search his
facial expression. His brows were furrowed and his bottom lip was brought under
his top teeth as he genuinely looked at you.
“Oh, Harry” you sighed and moved in to hug him again. “Of
course I want to hear it!”
“Are ya sure? I mean, I like it and all but I don’t know if-“
he began to ramble, a nervous habit of his, before you interrupted, “Harry. I
would absolutely love to hear your song now play it for me you bumbling idiot.”
He grinned, the look of worry began to disappear from his face.
“Okay, okay, don’t bully me” He laughed and leaned down to
pull his laptop from his bag next to the couch.
You squirmed in excitement. Obviously you had heard Harry
sing before, and you could only imagine how a studio recording of a song of his
own writing could sound. As he searched through his laptop to find the audio,
you were lost in your thoughts. You watched him scroll through files and you
reached out to run your nails gently down his back. It seemed like your fingers
always ached to be touching him.
He turned to face you, a nervous smile on his face. His
green eyes were lit up with a sort of hidden excitement, and you couldn’t help
but to return the smile. “You ready?” He asked, hand hovering over the touchpad
of his laptop on a file entitled ‘Sign of the Times’. You nodded
enthusiastically in response, and his finger tapped the touchpad to play the
For the next couple minutes, time seemed to move in slow
motion. Although you didn’t know exactly what to expect from his song, the
sound surprised you. An almost spacey rock anthem began to play through the
speakers, and you gazed off into the distance as you listened. As you looked,
you could feel his eyes on your face, but you were too physically moved by the
song to return the eye contact. His flawless vocals practically made you shiver
as the song continued.
You didn’t even realize you were crying until his calloused thumb
brushed gently against your cheek to wipe the tear. After he wiped that tear,
you were quick to run the length of your index finger underneath your eyes to
remove the wetness and hopefully prevent your mascara from running all down
“Do you like it?” Harry asked, his voice soft, before the
song was over. In response, you smiled at him and put your fingers over your
lips and shushed him in order to listen to the rest of the song.
The ending resolve, his high notes in particular, gave you
goosebumps. And as the song came to a close, your tears return again, and were
even larger. You were forced once again to wipe under your eyes, and once you
finished you finally returned Harry’s stare. Although you had wet eyes, you
smiled at him and nodded wildly.
“So you liked it?” he murmured beautifully, his voice was
low and his gaze was strong.
“I can’t believe you wrote that! I feel like I just listened
to an actual angel.” You giggled, only half-joking. The song had completely
exceeded your expectations. “I absolutely loved it. You’re absolutely amazing
and I love you so much, oh my God.”
Any hint of hesitation or nervousness was completely gone
from Harry’s face, and in its place was the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on
him. His eyes were slightly squinted due to the intensity of the smile, and it
was contagious. He leaned in, his hands pressing around the back of your neck
and his thumbs rubbing both of your cheeks.
“I’m so glad you like it, pet” he spoke and immediately leaned
in to press a kiss against your lips. His soft lips moved against yours
passionately, not exactly rough, but not exactly soft either. Instead, you
could feel the palpable love between the two of you. It wasn’t exactly
surprising, the love you had from him was so strong you weren’t even sure it
was even possible. His tongue pressed your lips open slightly and the kiss
deepened. Your fingers moved to tangle themselves in his hair, and after a
slight tug a groan escaped his lips. When he pulled back, he was breathless.
As he spoke his hands were still pressed against your neck. “I
love you so much” he breathed out heavily. There weren’t enough words in the English
language to fully elaborate on all of the love you had for him in that moment.
His eyes were lit up with love and lust and pride and all you could think about
was how absolutely and genuinely perfect
You didn’t respond immediately, and instead moved to press
your lips gently against his neck. You licked a small stripe and gently sucked
on the spot on his neck. His breathing sped up considerably.
“I love you more than I can even tell you” you gently
mumbled into his neck, not wanted to move from the heat he was radiating.
Since you weren’t going to move, he had to physically grip
your shoulders to pull you back. His eyes met yours.
The lust in his gaze was evident. “If you can’t tell me, then
show me”, he whispered huskily. You gulped before standing up slowly and
gripping his hand to lead you both to the bedroom.
He deserved to feel exactly
how he made you feel by playing his song for you. Once the door to the bedroom
was closed behind you, you spun and pushed his shoulders to allow him to fall
back onto the bed behind him. His eyes widened, and he looked you up and down
in an approving manner.
Harry was almost always the dominant one in the bedroom, so
standing here, above him, was quite the bizarre feeling. However, seeing him
below you on the bed was a hefty feeling, and you attempted to swallow any
“Baby girl…” he trailed off as you began to crawl up his
body until you were straddling his hips and your hands were pressed against his
chest. Denying the deep urge within you to kiss him, you instead pulled his tee
shirt up off of his chest. The skin of his torso was slightly tanned. Your
hands made their way to trace the outlines of the ink across his skin, and your
lips were soon to follow. He tasted so distinctly like Harry, and you couldn’t get enough. You dragged your tongue across
his chest and onto his collarbone to place a soft bite there. Underneath you,
Harry had started to breathe a little heavier, and the bite you gave him made
him jump with a small groan. You smiled into his chest and moved to run your
lips across his neck now, licking and sucking as you moved across.
Without warning, his large hands gripped you tightly and
flipped the two of you so that you were now underneath him. You could tell it
was the dominant side of him wanting to take control of the situation, but
tonight was going to be about him, not you.
Groaning in feigned annoyance, you sighed “Harry, why would
you do that? I was trying something different!”
He laughed and pressed a kiss to your nose before he
replied, “Baby, you were driving me crazy,” as he spoke his hips grinded into
yours and it led to a small gasp escaping from you lips, “don’t be mad at me.”
His bashful smile was adorable, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Let me back on top” you smiled at him, plans already
forming in your head about what you could do to him in that position.
“Must I?” he chuckled, not yet moving.
“Yes. You must.”
He quickly flipped you both back into the original position,
and you couldn’t help but wildly grin.
“Thanks, baby cakes.” You laughed, and leaned to press
another trail of kisses across his chest. No matter what the situation, your
skin always craved to be touching his, especially his toned torso.
“Hey, don’t call me baby cakes.”
Without raising your head from his chest, as your lips were
almost unable to move from his skin, you asked, “Why not?”
“Because I’m not a ‘baby cake’. I’m a big, strong man.”
You laughed into him before looking up to meet his eyes.
“Yes, Harry. The biggest and strongest man.”
His eyes lit up at the comical response, but you weren’t
finished. Before continuing, you moved your hips down hard to press against the
growing bulge beneath you. A rhythm
naturally picked up at you began to grind against him. “I love how big you are.”
He groaned, eyes temporarily squeezing shut as the pressure
between the two of you built up. You could see in his face that he was
searching for a response, but the constant grinding motion was distracting him.
Slowly, you moved to sit on your knees between his spread legs and started to
unbutton his jeans. He watched you closely as you did, making no move nor
speaking. It wasn’t long before both his jeans and his boxers were pushed down
his legs and thrown across the room to who knows where. In an effort to make
him more comfortable, you removed your shirt and threw it across the room as
well. His eyes greedily roamed over your bra-clad chest. You smiled to
yourself, and leaned to lick across the tip of Harry’s cock. His eyes widened
as he watched you pull him into your mouth. You sucked gently at first, simply
just to tease him and watch his face contort so slightly as you continued.
“You taste so good” you murmured, and leaned in again to
lick a stripe up the underside of his throbbing cock. His eyes rolled into the
back of his head and he let out a labored breath. Then, you pulled his tip into
your mouth, and increased the intensity of your sucking. His hands found the
back of your head and gripped the hair there tightly as he began to move your
mouth further onto his cock. You let him lead your head however he pleased, and
the speed at which you were moved up and down the length of him quickly
“Fuck, baby girl your mouth feels so fucking good” Harry
groaned below you, and the praise made you internally smile. During a particularly
rough tug of your hair, his cock moved deep into your throat and you gagged
around him. Stopping immediately, Harry pulled your head off of him so that he
could look at your entire face. The fact his hand was still tightly gripping
your hair only made you grin; he didn’t even realize that he was doing it, he
was just naturally that way.
“Are you okay?” He questioned, searching your eyes. You
wanted nothing else than to tell him to quit worrying so that you could have
him squirming under you again. Nodding in response, you attempted to lean back
down to pull his throbbing cock into your mouth, but his grip on your hair didn’t
budge. You whined and continued to pull but his hand was locked.
“Baby girl, I’m gonna lose it if you suck me off again.”
“Please, I want you in my mouth” you pouted, giving him puppy
dog eyes. It was obvious he was genuinely considering giving in, but after a
few moments it seemed as if he wasn’t going to.
“I want to come inside you baby girl, not in your mouth” he
whispered, and your legs involuntarily squeezed shut tightly. His dirty words
never failed to cause the wetness between your legs to make you writhe.
He sat up now to begin his work on your jeans and pull them
off of your legs. After he swiftly removed your bra, you were completely bare
above him. His eyes devoured every inch of your skin before he flipped you
again, leaving him above you and resting in between your thighs. It was almost
cute how he couldn’t help but being in control at all times.
“Harry, I wanted to make you feel good” you whined, looking
up into his blazing eyes above yours.
“You always make me feel good, baby.”
With this, his hand moved down to grip his length and run it
along the length of your slit. When his tip began to circle your clit, you
arched your back and moaned louder than anticipated. Sucking him off earlier
had created this intense want in your
belly, and each time he spoke, or moved against you, you felt yourself ache
inside to feel him.
“But I wanted to show you how much playing that song meant
to me…” you trailed off, not breaking eye contact. Half of you desperately
wanted him to just thrust inside of you already, but the other half was
slightly disappointed you weren’t directly controlling how good he was feeling
at the moment. His eyes softened.
“I know how much it meant to you, and believe me, you’ve
shown how much it meant to you” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
As he lined himself up at your entrance, he suddenly stopped and you whimpered
loudly. Your hips were completely lifting up off of the bed to find a way to
push him inside you yourself. He laughed at your desperation and used the hand
that wasn’t holding his cock to press your hips roughly back down onto the bed
and you pouted.
“Do you really want to make me feel good? ‘Cause I’ve been
thinking about this-“ he began, but you cut him off. Your voice was slightly
shrill due to the all-consuming desperation to feel him
“What? Yes. Whatever you want.” You rushed to speak, and a
huge smile spread across his face. He was enjoying torturing you. You, however,
were positively aching for him to be inside you. Each time he barely shifted
his hips as he spoke, most likely not purposefully, your insides would clench
in preparation. Yet, his thick length never pressed into you as he continued,
“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”
“Harry, please. If it’ll make you feel good, of course I
want to.” You begged.
“Okay.” he started, taking a deep breath and now completely
removing his hips from yours. You loudly whined this time, and he smirked down
at you. His hands suddenly moved to reach and grip both of your calves. What
was he doi- Your legs were thrown up onto his shoulders, and you shuddered. In
the new position, he had to press you hard into the bed below you, and it was slightly
harder to breathe due to the pressure on your chest. Yet, any thoughts were
wiped completely from your brain as he pressed into you slowly. An extremely
long, drawn out moan escaped your throat as he buried himself inside you. The pressure
inside you only heightened as he pulled out until just his tip was inside you
before pressing all the way back in again. A string of curses left his mouth as
he held himself up with a hand on either side of your waist. You both began to
breath heavier and heavier with each deep thrust.
“You’re so deep” you moaned, voice higher than usually due
to the tightening arousal inside of you. He grunted in response as his thrusts
got rougher, and the sound of your hips slapping against each other got louder.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and come around my cock” Harry
groaned, his eyes staring into yours with a lust that shook you to your core.
You knew that after a few more thrusts you were most definitely going to come,
and you nodded wildly and breathed out a “yes”.
He seemed impossibly deep, and once his left hand moved to
rub harsh circles into your clit, you knew you were done for.
“H-Harry” you squeaked, verging on your orgasm, but
attempting to hold it back to wait for him. This night was supposed to be for
him, and here you were coming too early.
“Come for me, baby girl.”
And that was all it took. The words pushed you off the cliff
as seemingly every muscle in your body clenched, and your eyes squeezed shut. A
wave of euphoria passed through every nerve, the feeling only drawn out by his
continued thrusts and rubbing on your clit. It took many seconds before you
came down from your high, and when you were fully aware again, Harry’s
beautiful face was the first thing that caught your eye. His bottom lip was tightly
between his teeth and his eyes were tightly shut.
“Harry,” you moved your hand up to run your thumb across his
“You feel so fucking good when you clench around me. Can you
do it again?” his eyes didn’t even open as the words rapidly fell from him
lips. You grinned, even though he couldn’t see it, beyond happy to see him in
such a state of pleasure that he could barely speak. Without hesitating, you
inhaled deeply to clench around him. The muscles in your stomach were shaking
from the intense use, and above you, Harry came. His perfect face contorted to
one of bliss and he let out a loud, dragged out “fuuuuucckkk”. He remained in
this state for a few seconds before gently pulling out of you and collapsing
next to you on his back. He took a couple deep breaths before turning his head
to press a soft kiss against your lips.
“God, I’m so glad I played you that song” he laughed, and
you joined him.
“I bet you are. Maybe you should play me your songs more
often” you were only half joking.
“If the sex is gonna be like that, then maybe I should” he
replied, with your favorite stupid smirk on his face.