Camgirl y/n and sneak peek of single dad harry part 2 (Patreon)

Hello! So this is all I had of camgirl y/n but since you guys saw most of that I am adding a full fledged sneak peek of single dad harry part 2!! :D

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i.

Harry's lonely.

Lonely and stressed. He knows it doesn't make any sense. He's Harry. . .Harry Styles -- famous -- and no matter how much he hates the title, he knows what it includes. People swarming him, friends in each country, phone with a throng of messages and calls with people requesting his presence at gallery openings, wanting to catch him for lunch, hanging out, recording, drinking, clubbing. A multitude of opportunities to not feel the crushing emptiness of sitting in his living room, watching the telly by himself, turning to laugh at the person next to him only to find the seat empty. 

When he was in One Direction, it kind of didn't happen; constantly was he surrounded by a hoard of people, friends or acquaintances at least all around him. It had made his alone time special, sure, but only because he had ample time of socializing with people he knew truly cared for him. Same with his solo tour -- a lot of people, a lot of the time, but it was okay. . .it was good. He chose to surround himself with people that meant something to him and had his best interest in mind, so that each day he felt safe, welcomed, and warm everywhere he was, whether it be in Jamaica, Sweden, or anything in between. 

But when that was over -- when tour was ended, everything was said and done, everyone returned to their normal lives with their families and friends. . .well, he felt a bit hollow inside. Even as he was working on this second album and had people around him, they did go home, while Harry carried the stress of wanting this album to be something he's proud of, all alone. Maybe he was selfish for wishing he could feel full and wanted by the people he wants to want him, but he couldn't help it. That was much better than being sat on a California king with only him on the mattress. 

It's not even about wanting a significant other, either, or sex. While it would be nice, just a companion would be wonderful as well.

So why was he scrolling through a camgirl site? 

Well, Harry did get horny, he was a bleeding human wasn't he? And there was something about porn that just felt too empty, so he either touches himself with memories of a past encounter, or just focuses on how good the feeling of his hands were. He'd just been about to touch himself to the thought of his last hookup, however a glimmer of something sparked in the back of his mind, niggling it's way to the surface like a worm searching through packed dirt. A few of the crew members had been talking about a some camgirl website with a partnering camboy website that had a few pretty good people on them; apart from the faux feeling of porn. What had stuck out to him, when he was definitely eavesdropping pretending he had been picking at the snack bar, was how one of them had described it as "a cure for loneliness and a boner" -- and Harry was prone to having both quite often. 

After about a ten minute search trying to find the least seedy looking one, he decides on one (if he picked it mostly because it had a lavender colored background, then that was really his business wasn't it?) and clicks it without much thought. His decision making feels a little crass, as he could only choose who to watch by a picture of themselves and nothing else, but he gets over it when his prick throbs, reminding him that he had technically come here with a purpose. 

He clicks and exits out of several girls, before he settles on one. Mostly because she was sat facing the camera, contrasting the ten or so who had it set just beneath their chin. She didn't. . .seem, like a camgirl -- Harry knows it's a shit thing to put labels on people, but she just didn't carry that vibe with her. Not as she sat before the camera, still wearing a sweater, knuckling at her eye tiredly, looking weary but smiling all the same. 

"Course, m'tired Viktor -- why don't you try waking up for a 9AM class after staying up all night with you guys, huh?" 

Her voice was nice and comforting, somehow; like slipping into the warmth of his covers when his house is freezing cold. The tense he hadn't recognized was in his shoulders had begun to ease out, slowly sinking into the mass of pillows behind him as his eyes stayed trained on the screen, watching the chat spark up, every few seconds someone having something to say. 

bratty thing you are

if u hadn't taken so long to cum then u could've been in bed by one

Feisty thing! 

i could take care of u, wldnt even need college

"First of all, you lot knew I was a brat from the start, so stop actin' so surprised," she huffs, then adds on, "N'that's very sweet of you Rhinoman, but y'a guys already take care of me jus' fine." Harry feels like a spectator looking into someone's private life -- she speaks so familiarly with these men, like they'd been friends for years, and these friends of hers just also happened to pay her so she'd touch herself on camera. He's so intrigued by the amity within the room, between those in the chat box and her, that he almost misses her greeting him, "Hi, user7439," she grins and it takes him a moment to realize that that was his default name, "We love newbies here! Thank you for picking my chat over all the other great girls on here. Between you, me, n'the lamppost though, I head I'm the best." 

With a playful wink at the camera, Harry thinks both his heart and cock throb at the same time.

His hands hover over the keyboard. He couldn't just ignore her could he? He'd feel like a proper arse if he did, even if it was the internet, and she had no way of finding out it was him -- she'd just went out of her way to welcome him into the room even though he had no account, which none of the others had done. It only felt right to at least respond. 

So he types a simple, Hello and leaves it at that. Though he worries that it came off quite short, this girl doesn't seem to mind at all, clapping her hands together, "You've made it just in time too! We're going to decide how I get to cum tonight, or if I even get to cum at all --" she gives the chat box a chance to ding their response, before pouting at them, "I know, I know, I promised to show off me candles and bras I got from the mall, but m'too tired to get all prettied for you guys," she brushes her hair out of her face, a few small pieces that had strayed from her bun, "If you're so mad at me, then don' let me cum, yeah? Guess I deserve a punishment for gettin' your hopes up."

Harry's heart begins to hammer, a glimmer of excitement beading in his abdomen. There was no way to describe it -- why in a few short moments it felt like he might be watching a friend getting ready to get themselves off, and for some reason that was just. . .more thrilling than watching just anyone getting off. He remembers the first time he'd been offered a circle jerk -esque ordeal, the anticipation and buzzing that had billowed through his body when they'd all agreed to it. That same feeling has settled within him now, as he watches her place the webcam lower down on her bed (he supposes it was attached to her laptop), revealing that she had a thin pink pair of panties and Christmas socks, despite it being the beginning of November. 

Wiggling her toes, she sets herself back and hikes her knees up, but keeps them closed together, so he can only see a little bit of her panties, "Do I get to use one of my toys tonight?" She asks them, slipping her arms beneath her thighs and swaying a little back and forth, "Why don't we let the newbie decide, huh? We gotta give him a good first show so he comes back," A small smile still plays at her mouth and Harry's heart is hammering as he is understanding the implications of her words, "Soooo, Mr. user7439, am I allowed to use one of my toys tonight?" 

Breathing bated, he stares at the screen with his fingers hovering over the keyboard as his mind tries to formulate a proper thought. He'd not expected this -- didn't know what he really expected from a cam show apart from getting his rocks off to a nice girl or bloke touching themselves. Didn't think he'd be handed the wheel to see which way the show went, what she would use, how she might do it -- just so that he would come back? If anything, she's lovely at her job, because she's managed to make him want to pay her for her effort alone, and she hasn't even so much as started yet. 

The chat box is dinging, if not with "coins" (which he presumes is a currency of some sort) then with messages prompting him on what he should decide. One in particular catches his eye, from Garrett K, who says, "Just use your fingers, babe, that's always a good show." 

Call him easily swayed, but Harry types in just fingers, with little thought after that. 

"Okay, just my fingers then," she repeats, placing two fingers up to her forehead in a mock salute, "You've got it, Sir." 

His cock lurches and a shiver tickles down his spine with his gaze undeviating from the screen, as she splits her thighs open showing off a small wet spot in the baby blue cotton panties, the pads of her fingers grazing over gently, "Sorry," she sighs, "Was already real worked up while we were talking. . .you guys really just get me going, y'know? You're all so nice...." she trails off, pressing a little harder when she gets to the swell of her clit before slipping back down, "And sweet...." she wriggles some, pressing into the wet spot, and Harry watches as it grows, as he slowly begins to reach down towards his long neglected prick, slipping his fingers around the heated, stiff flesh. His next few breaths come out shaky as he watches her lean up against a mass of pillow towards a sandy wooden headboard lined in fairy lights. Her body looks dainty amongst all of it, swallowing her in field of plush looking pillows that Harry has half the mind to ask her where she'd gotten them from. 

She smiles down at the camera as the comments start dinging insistently, all soft with a gentle laugh rumbling through her, "Too sweet, actually! Haven't even gotten my panties off and you're sending in so many coins; you lot must be more desperate for it than me." The tease does them well, a hoard of responses along the lines of We are desperate, c'mon Sweetheart show us how you make yourself cum again, and Harry agrees wholeheartedly. Balancing his laptop on its side, he hikes his knee up and pulls at his cock leisurely, though that doesn't fit his insides. The only reason he forces himself to take it slow is because he'd ultimately be embarrassed if he nutted off before she even began. 

When she finally tucks her fingers into her waistband, his grip on his prick tightens, "Because Jamie10K asked so nicely and offered a rather generous donation, I got a full Brazilian, so m'smooth as silk. Everything is real sensitive though. . .maybe I'll finally try a plug or two in my bum, would you like that?" She knows just how to rile them up, as she slides the fabric off of her legs, and the ding ding ding ding! was going off every three seconds, but Harry blocks it out. Blocks out that god awful notification noise because he's zeroed in on her pussy, smooth as she'd described. In a pre-orgasmic, lust filled thought he lets himself imagine how soft she must feel against someone's cheeks and how messy and wet she must get when she's really going for it, if just being a little worked up during a chat left her looking like this. 

Slipping one fingers on her slit, she rubs down slow, stopping at her hole for only a moment before sinking it down into her pussy and a soft gasp leaves her in a soft huff, "Ah, god," she sighs, wiggling a little, "I'm so slippery, aren't I? Feels like anything could just slip on in -- that wouldn't be the case though, I don't think," she squeezes in a second, pushing in a little, "I'm jus' too tight for that. You'd have to stretch me out. . .is that okay?" 

Harry whispers out a quiet fuck, as his pace picks up, only releasing himself to run the broad of his tongue over his palm before bringing it back to his cock. What's with this girl that got him so. . .hard? He could feel it in his fucking thighs, that tense, overwhelming need to cum. Of course that'd been what he set out to do, but it had bubbled to a boil quickly as he twists his palm around his cock, watching as she takes the two fingers that had been inside of her and runs them over her clit in smooth, little rolls. She moans like she'd been needing it all day, noticeably biting down on the corner of her lip, "Sorry," she murmurs, "I don't think m'gonna last very long -- are you mad?" 

God, how could anyone be mad at her? He wonders, and apparently he's not alone in this thought, considering the response she gets from her statement.

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SINGLE DAD HARRY PART 2 SNEAKERS PEEKERS 

ii. 

Harry has a headache. 

It throbs behind his eyes, like a sizzling red fire that had expanded to capacity yet still reached with jagged tendrils out to wrap over his brain. The cause was simple; he'd had work right after returning from the holidays, in which he had traveled by plane with a three-year-old who decided to be incredibly grumpy during, whose mood wasn't helped by the five hour delay on a connecting flight. Baggage claim twenty more minutes than necessary, and albeit traffic being smooth given it was 4AM, by the time they had gotten home, Harry was still too jittery and itchy to relax. Laid Teddy down for bed, not bothering to change him from the t-shirt he had been in for travels, before climbing into his own bed only to lie awake for three hours before giving up on sleep all together. He, instead, took his shower, picked out his suit but walked around in his boxers as he not only cooked breakfast for he and Jenny (he figures Teddy will be sleep for a while longer), but also cleans out the foods in his fridge from what might have been spoiled and what wasn't. 

Y/N. 

Not only had he been too agitated to sleep from the mere task of navigating the airport with an jetlagged Teddy, but his mind had been overwrought with the fact that he'd be seeing Y/N the following day. His nanny -- his sweet, exuberant nanny who had looked so lovely in her sparkly red gown, and who did so good with Teddy, he had let his emotions get the better of him and he'd kissed her. Just a careful press of his lips to the soft of hers, warming his insides, even more so when she only pulls away because she's breathless. 

"Harry," she had murmured through a small smile, "What're you getting sweet on me for?" 

Harry doesn't know if it's the two glasses of champagne that had him feeling looser or just the moment that had softened him up like tepid butter, but he had merely responded, "You're just amazing. . .so amazing." 

She didn't react adversely to it -- instead, she leans in and pushed her lips to his cheek much how he had done to her early in the night, when he'd again, been overcome by the moment (her meeting his friends and them loving her after he'd seen her gently bob back and forth singing in Teddy's ear while simultaneously making him a plate of food to nibble on) and had been swooping in for a mouth to mouth but caught himself last minute. "Thank you," she told him, "You're not too shabby yourself." Harry chuckled warm -- she always made things so easy -- and with a squeeze of his hand, she bids him a goodnight, letting him know she might be here for a little while more to gather her bearings. 

The next morning Harry had woken up to Teddy's racetrack that she had bought him already done up, waiting for him in the den. 

He didn't regret his decision in kissing her. 

And he still didn't! Honestly, he didn't, but that adrenaline of the night had long since worn off and he was feeling right nervous that he had crossed a line she would have set. She had kissed him back and didn't seem affronted after the fact but he could never be sure, but he also didn't know how to bring up the fact that he kissed her! He definitely didn't know how to bring up the fact that he'd gone to his room all dopey and smiling like a school girl who'd just had her first moment with someone. 

So not only had he been trapped in meeting after endless meeting, he could barely focus because he wondered what would be awaiting him once he got home. Would things be normal? Had they changed? Hell, what if she didn't come back at all? She'd never directly said that she was with somebody but she'd never specified being single either -- could she have been with that Adam bloke all along and now he's stirred drama in their relationship? Would she want to quit? Oh god. . .god, the thought of that just made his heart drop to his stomach. 

All of these things he'd been concerned and worried about, even on the drive home, simultaneously wanting to go fast to get there and get it over with, and slow just to prolong what might be in store. Not even when he sees the car in the driveway is he soothed, wondering if she'd only shown to relieve Jenny of her duties until Harry got home before telling him to find another nanny. Hell, it's not until he's walked into the home, not spotting them in the den but hearing a clattering in the kitchen that his shoulders soothe some, and then almost all the way when he hears her voice. 

"Teds, I reckon this is why our economy is failing. It's too damn hard to find pecorino cheese at your average supermarket and I highly doubt shredded parmesan is going to cut if or a substitute! Your Daddy doesn't have any because who the heck just has pecorino cheese lying around, but I promised him I'd try ricotta balls when you lot got back, yet here I am having to change dinner up last minute. This is the stuff that gets people fired? What d'ya think?" 

Teddy responds pensively, "Sometimes cheese ge's stucks under my fingernails." 

"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" 

A smile had wormed its way onto his lips -- Y/N often spoke to Teddy and Eeyore alike as if they were proper adults having a conversation with her and he never failed to find it amusing. Once he'd entered the kitchen, seeing Y/N stand on her tippy toes to reach the top shelf, muttering a quiet, "Who keeps putting the mac and cheese on the top shelf?" Before pivoting on her heel and seeing him, a soft cry leaving her as the macaroni drops from her hands and onto the floor, "Christ Harry, you can't scare me like that! I've gone and dropped the noodles," she's shaking her head, a hand to her chest as she caught her breath, "Have you looked into being a trained assassin 'cos nobody would hear ya coming." 

"A few times, but I figured business suited my lifestyle a bit more." 

"You should double think it then," she tells him, before taking the box of macaroni and shaking it like markka, "There's no pecorino cheese so we've got to settle on this for dinner, but you look like you're about to sleep standing and I can't promise me and Teddy won't demolish all of this." She moves to the stove where a pot was already set up for her to use, while Harry went to Teddy, greeting him with several kisses to his head, "Busy day?" 

"Excruciatingly so -- got a headache the size of Manhattan." He had explained and this was when he should have taken the medicine -- a paracetamol or something at least -- but he was too caught up in staring at Y/N fill up the pot with water to do anything but daydream that this was his life to come home to everyday after work and what he might wake up to in the mornings. Granted he knows Y/N is driven and wants to start her own career, he can't help but imagine what it would be like if he could just provide for her. Buy her pretty things, take care of her how she takes care of them so well. . .if there's ever a chance for him to take care of her in anyway he would do it without thought. 

Y/N frowns, tutting her tongue, "Go rest some. I'll wake you up in an hour if you want to nap." 

"Can't nap, got some things to do, but thank you," he began to retreat despite not wanting to, "Don't you two have too much fun without me." 

"No promises!" She chirped. 

So at the very least, this stress had been relieved from him, but that didn't stop the countless other reasons for him to be tense. After responding and writing ten separate emails, and previewing three proposals that would be presented to him tomorrow, Harry had decided to just shut his eyes for a minute. Had leant back in his seat, let them flutter closed, only for a moment so that the aching would ebb some. 

How he ended up facedown amongst his papers, the lamp on his desk being the only source of light in his study despite the massive window, he wouldn't be able to tell you. All he knows now is that his headache is still present, it's night, and none of his stress had left him as he rubbed over his eyes, working the sleep out of them so his vision was clearer. His study had always been a more or less tense area but he attempted to make it at least a little enjoyable to spend his time in. The walls were painted a chocolate brown, his bookcase was a refined pine five piece, filled with a few necessities regarding work, but some of his favorite books, and a few decorations that he found nice (including a drawing he had from Teddy, framed and signed). His desk was considerably big, apparently enough so for him to have his computer set as it usually is and all of his papers and files, pictures of Teddy (a few new ones that Y/N had taken and developed for him), all while he can lay with his arms down and his face tucked into the crook of his elbow. There was a large grey rug that occupied most of the wooden floored surface, free of any three year old stains because Teddy seldom came in there, and he had a chair on the other side of his desk -- not normally there, but Y/N had dragged it from the corner of the room so she could sit while they chatted and he hadn't bothered moving it. 

As cozy and nice as it looked, he decided long ago that it looked much better when Y/N was present in it. 

To only prove his theory, there's a gentle knock on the door that makes him jump a bit, peeking his eyes back open to see  Y/N at the door, a mug in one hand and her other clutched in a fist, "Good morning, Sunshine," she spoke, her voice soothing, "Can I come in?" 

"Course, course," his voice is scratchy and graveled as he waves her in, trying to straighten himself out some as she walks nearer but instead of immediately taking her spot across from him, she sets the mug down before him revealing that it was tea, holding her fist out towards him, "What time is it?" He questions, holding out his hand up to her, where she drops two pain pills into his palm. 

"Bout 7:30," she answers, taking a bottle of water from her armpit that he hadn't noticed, "Teddy is in the playroom with Eeyore playing "builder" so I decided to come check on you, since I haven't heard you clomping around up here in a minute." 

Harry gives a breathy chuckle, twisting the cap off the water and tossing the two pain pills in his mouth, swallowing them both and his face skewers at the taste, "Clomping?" 

She nods, "You do a fair amount of pacing," she points at the mug, "It's got chamomile and lavender bud in it. It'll help you sleep." 

"Thanks Love, you're too good to me," he murmured as he picks up the mug, "How was your holiday? Any good?" 

Y/N grins, "Lots of fun! Saw some family, got some presents, let everyone know that I was employed and knew how to cook more than grilled cheese now. Ate a lot of roast, took a dip into the wine when nobody was looking, talked Teddy up like he was my own kid," she lists it all off, adding, "Talked you up too -- everyone wants to meet my "stud of a boss who pays me good". Couldn't help meself though, 'cos I missed you two so much." 

His chest inflates with an impossible warmth. She told her family about him and Teddy? Did they really mean that much to her? And fond enough that they want to meet him? And she missed him for fuck sake! Missed him and Teddy, which means he didn't ruin things with the kiss which also means that she might have liked it just as much as he did. God, why does that make his heart race? 

"Stud?" He repeats, brows raised and she rolls her eyes, shaking her head.

"Remember the picture I took of you n'Teddy when he was hanging around your neck with his legs? Showed 'em that and they were gushing." 

Harry wants to ask if she thought he looked like a "stud" in it too but he refrains from it, instead nodding towards the seat across from him, "Sit a spell, would you? I missed you too." 

Y/N grins wide before she flops down in the seat across from him. 

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"Babyyyyyyy," Adam whinges, lips permanently pouted as he rolls from lying on his back to lying on his stomach, "C'mon, get those lovely feet on me, my backs in need of a good pop." 

Y/N rolls her eyes, tossing a pillow at him instead, "Walk on your own back." 

"That doesn't even make sense!" He pouts.