I walked through the front door taking off my coat and throwing it towards the coat rack. Work was so hectic today. The orders were all wrong, Angelina came in late, three people called in sick, someone forgot to clean the utensils, and the computers broke down. Today is absolutely the worst day ever. “[Y/N] baby is that you?” Harry my boyfriend said from the kitchen. He walked out with an apron and oven mitts on his hands. Harry slid them off and threw them on the coffee table letting me see his long slender fingers. Oh what those things could do to me. “I just finished cooking dinner.” I just sighed and hugged him. His hugs are the best medicine in the whole entire world.
“Work was that bad huh?” I groaned out as he finished his sentence.
“The worst of the worst. I swear, I’m going to end up firing everyone and do everything all over again. Angie came in late, Marco, Davey, and Steven called in sick but I bet you they went partying last night and had the worst hangovers ever. I hope they did. Oh and one of the receptionists ordered Santa Cecilia instead of Corona. And it didn’t help that all of the computers completely shut down on us all at once. I had seven customers come by today and we had to do all the orders by hand. This business is going down the drain. I’m going mad Harry.”
My loving boyfriend just chuckled and shook his head. “It’s alright love. You just need to relax. I’m sure this will all blow over by tomorrow. I’ll call Niall and ask him to go and check out the computers since the store is closed. I’m sure Liam can fix the orders as well and I know for a fact that the other people will pick up their slack. Okay?” He rested his hand on my jaw and leaned in to plant soft kisses on my lips. “Just relax okay?” I nodded.
Harry trailed kisses to the corner of my mouth down my jaw and to my neck. I moaned once he kissed a certain spot causing him to smile and suck. His hands slid down my sides and planted themselves on my waist. “The -the food Harry.” I impressively got out through my mouth.
“I bought KFC and threw it in the oven.” I breathed out a short laugh before erupting in moans when his right hand slid up and over my right breast to give it a squeeze.
My right hand rested over his crotch and began palming him through his jeans. “Mm mm. This is about you baby. Just you okay?” Harry kissed down my chest and bit on my oncoming nipples through the cloth.
“Mmm Harry.” He stood straight and began lifting my shirt over my head before unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs slowly. Leaving kisses on my thighs. I bit my lip in anticipation.
He lifted one leg at a time to help me step out of them when he discarded my pants and threw them somewhere in the room. “You have amazing legs.” He said in between kisses with his even raspier voice. I stood in the middle of the living room only in a bra and matching underwear from Victoria’s Secret. I looked down at Harry to find him already staring at me only intensifying my want for him.
He made eye contact with me and kissed my crotch over the lace I called underwear. My lungs took in oxygen but did not let it go. Harry put pressure and ran his warm tongue over me causing me to moan out in amazing pleasure. His fingers I loved so much pushed my Victoria underwear to the side and pushed open my folds to reveal my pink nub begging for some release.
Harrys lips pecked my friend teasing me making me whine. “Harry.” I moaned out. His index and middle finger pushed inside my folds into my fuck-hole making my knees buckle slightly. “Holy shit- shit Harry!”
He finger fucked me while his mouth ran up and down my slit while pushing my nub here and there. My hands snuck through his hair and held on to his roots occasionally tugging him closer to me. Harry moaned sending vibrations all throughout my body. My eyes rolled back into my skull in ecstasy. And my hips bucked into his mouth even more. His fingers were then replaced by his tongue licking my walls.
Harry pushed me down by my waist making his tongue go deeper into my body. The feeling of pressure began to form in the pit of my stomach. With my left hand on his head I ran my right through my own hair. I lifted my right leg onto the couch giving him more access and began riding his mouth. Curses left my mouth and the feeling became overwhelming. “Fuck me Harry! Shit! Fuck me daddy!” Harry pulled away all too sudden and yanked my underwear off of me before pushing me onto the couch.
Harry then dove right back into my cunt and fucked me fiercely. I squirmed but continued to hump his beautiful mouth. “Oh- I’m gonna- shit Harry I’m cumming-” my body quivered in another pool of ecstasy as Harry lapped up my juices.I sighed as he continued to flick his tongue against my clit.
“I’m going to fuck you raw princess.” I moaned as he turned me around so I was on all fours on the couch. He tugged his shirt off of his body and pulled down his pants to step out of them along with his boxers. He slipped himself into the folds of my cunt to rub against my already sensitive clit.
“I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”
“I don’t like empty threats.” I could barely make out. He growled and gripped onto my hips. “You don’t believe me? Just wait and see. You whore.” He lined himself up and instantly slammed in me only to pull out before slamming into me again. Not giving me a chance to get used to his massive dick. He continued to ram into my wet cunt.
Harry reached around and purchased a handful of my breast for himself and had a feel making me moan in intense pleasure. “You love daddy fucking you, isn’t that right princess?” He slapped my left cheek. I moaned. “You are such a dirty little whore. But you’re my dirty little whore. Right baby?” He grabbed my jaw and made me crane my neck so he could roughly set his lips on mine. We entered a make out session before he pulled away and made me face forward.
“Such a little slut. Do you imagine me taking you while you’re in work baby? Because I imagine fucking you each and every damn day.” I arched my back and sucked in a breath as he hit a certain spot.
“Fuck Harry.” A burning sensation was felt on my bum.
“I’m going to cum.” I said and he pulled out quickly and laid on the couch before pulling me over him so I straddled his waist. He grabbed my hips and I lined him up. He pushed me down onto his dick and I felt him even better. Harry filled me up and I was bound to cum any second.
“Oh God! [Y/N]! You feel so good.” Harry moaned only causing the pleasure given to me to rise. We were both a moaning mess, sweaty and hot. He grabbed my hips and grinded into me at a different angle. His cock rubbing over my clit as he thrust into me.
“Fuck! Daddy, I’m almost there.” He leaned forward and grunted into my neck. “Fuck baby! Come around my cock. I wanna feel you clench around me. Come for me baby. Show me how much you love it when I take you.” My face twisted in ecstasy, my mouth opened wide while taking in a sharp breath.
After a few seconds I came crashing down over my lovers cock. “Fuck [Y/N]!” Harry moaned out before spilling his seed inside of me. His thrusts were slow as he rode out our orgasms. His lips found mine as he gave me soft, tender, kisses.
“I hope you feel better now.” Harry grinned at me. I nodded before pecking his lips again. “Much better. We should wash up before we eat.”
“Why? Don’t you like my gravy on the potatoes?” He smiled cheekily as I hit his arm softly.
Inspired by “This Side of Paradise” by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Harry knew a lot about her, and most of the times it was truly a blessing. No man in the world understood her as well as he did, and he cherished every word she uttered about herself since everything she had was his. Her reason to laugh, her will to life, it was all his and he basked in the knowledge of this fact everyday. He decided on this during a fleeting reflection moment when forcibly dragging her flailing, intoxicated limbs to his bedroom where she would lay for the night. At this moment, they were two strangers and life had thrusted them against each other, but he didn’t seem to mind and he prayed she didn’t either. Her hair was soft like the ancient silks from the Egyptians which he had learned when he removed her sweaty tendrils away from her face. Her arms and legs fanned out like an eagle on his mattress, evidently leaving no room for him to slumber on, however as he began to retreat out of his room, his legs glued themselves to the floor, eyes trained on her.
There was no gem, crystal, or diamond that could amount to this alarmingly beautiful goddess under his covers, concealing her bare shoulders and prominent collarbones. Mouth ajar, earth shaking snores were released from her tiny body. That tiny body that held nothing but love for her favorite writers and poets - he could list them, he really could - and flowers she had researched on multiple occasions after reading Hamlet. Roses swore allegiance while dandelions displayed affection for one’s kin. Somewhere along the weeks he had gotten familiar with her, he concluded that she was the prettiest flower there could ever be.