(1/4) You were in a mood. Desperately-horny-to-the-point-of-tears kind of mood and Harry was well aware of this and absolutely refusing to give you what you wanted. And as if the obscenely wanton kisses all down your neck, across your jaw, and on your lips weren’t enough to make you want to cry, he was holding himself far enough above you that you couldn’t even find a small amount of release in grinding against him.
(2/4) “Why’re you squirming so much, love? Huh? Somethin’ wrong?” He teased, his gaze daring you to challenge him. It was gonna be one of those nights. “Nothin’, I… just wanna feel you,” you said quietly, trying to gauge the appropriateness of your response. “My baby wants to feel me, hm?” He smirked, sliding his arms around your body and flipping your position, moving to sit up against the headboard with you straddling his hips.
(¾) With his hands gripping your waist, he went back suckling marks into your neck. His hands slid down to grip your ass, holding your body close to his as he started to grind upwards. The sudden contact making you gasp slightly, fisting Harry’s shirt and hair, in desperate need of more than his just lips on your neck and the friction of clothed bodies rubbing together.
(4/4) “Harry,” you could help but whine as he nipped a particularly sensitive area near your collarbone, feeling the burn of tears behind your eyes because how desperately you wanted his cock to be fucking into you. “Good girls don’t whine, sweetheart. And I don’t think you wanna disobey Daddy tonight,” he growled into your ear. THE END LASJLDJASLKDJA
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