Single dad harry blurb (Patreon)

She is here! Y/N loses her virginity and Harry is very big.  Based off the single dad harry i've been writing! :D

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Y/N is unbelievably frustrated. 

So, fucking, frustrated! 

The day had been so delightful, one of the best she’s had in a very long time. Harry had invited her to stay the night on Friday which included Teddy being pouty that Harry was getting to spend the night with her but he wasn’t. So they set up shop with a pallet on the floor in his room, and after a few hours of reading books, tickles, giggles and “How many stars are ups in the skies, Daddy?” along with, “Lots, go to bed Teds,” until Teddy’s snores fill the room. Y/N had been close to sleep herself until she gets a poke and a prod on her side by Harry’s hand and when she was reluctant to move from their makeshift bed (she’d found a comfortable spot), he slid his arms beneath her body and carried her to his bed. 

By the time they’d gotten to the bed, she was ready for bed, and she tipped her face into his neck while he rubbed her arm. She had decided that she likes sleeping with Harry much more than she likes sleeping by herself, which is a lot to say for a notorious blanket and bed hog like herself. Even when his non-socked feet were freezing cold and touching against her shins until her body heat warmed him, she fell asleep easy. 

She’d been aroused from sleep by gentle kisses and a previously sleep puffy eyed Harry in the glittering glow of sun shining through his window. Though she wouldn’t let him infiltrate her mouth with his tongue, “I’ve got mornin’ breath, you heathen,” he merely giggled and patted her bum, pushing a kiss to her temple, “G’na make brekkie, Love. You can sleep for a little while longer.” 

Y/N had shook her head though, kicked her legs from the blanket with a wide mouthed yawn that switched into a grunting stretch before she rolled out, “Nuh uh, m’up,” she grumbled, “Lemme pee, and I’ll help.” 

They cooked breakfast together -- Harry taught her how to make the eggs fluffy and she showed him the best way to bake cinnamon sugar muffins -- and around 8AM, he goes up to wake Teddy. When he comes back down, Teddy is clutching the stuffed bear she had bought him at the zoo, eyes still tired but a big smile on his mouth once he realized Y/N’s still there. He gives outstretched arms towards her and Harry indulged him, and passed him to Y/N’s arms, “Good morning, beautiful,” she cooed at him, slipped her finger into his hand and let him hold onto it tightly, “How’d you sleep?” 

“Good,” he murmured, “Still sweepy, though.” 

After they all ate, Harry got Teddy ready to go to Maisie’s, told her to make herself comfortable and that he would be back shortly. Which was true -- Y/N had just barely gotten out of the shower by the time he’d opened the door back up and he had been greeted by her in a towel, about to bend down into her overnight bag. “Oh!” He startled, covering his eyes, “Sorry, Lovie, I should’ve knocked.” 

Y/N laughed, “Harry, this is your room, you don’t have to knock,” she told him. 

She hadn’t been quite sure how they’d ended up in his bed, or how Harry had begun fingering her open, getting up to three inside of her and he curled and petted at her spot until she was pulsating and cumming over them, but they had. And she had gotten worked up enough that she decided that she wanted him inside of her right then and there, asking for him to please do it, she’d been more than ready, and she thought she was stretched out enough. 

But he wouldn’t fit. 

Harry had tried, the fat head budding at her hole but after a moment and her feeling a pinch, Harry looks to her with his brows knitted in concentration and concern, “You’re still too tight, baby,” he murmured, “Hold on.” He slipped back down her body, the broad of his tongue licking up her slit, parting her lips around it and he began again, starting with one finger, escalating to two, then three all while he suckled and nipped and lapped at her already swollen clit. Her legs were parted how he parted them, pushing her knees up towards her chest and outward. He scissors his fingers this time and Y/N feels the burn of herself stretching out for his thick digits, but she was too focused on the wet feeling of his tongue to really pay mind to it. 

When Harry crawls back up her body again, Y/N makes him flip over so he was propped up on the headboard, straddling his waist how she had been when she’d grinded on him the first time and with a huffed breath, “Lemme try like this,” and he nodded, his big hands flattened out on her hips. His fingers dug into her skin, dipping into the flesh and holding her tight, helping her as she tried to ease down and yet it still hadn’t been enough -- trying to lower and her walls just wouldn’t give. 

So that’s how she ended up sat back on his thighs, warding away disgruntled tears as she tried to figure out why she was cursed with the tiniest fucking hole in the world, while he rubbed her thighs gently with the pads of his thumbs.

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” he murmurs gently to her, “We can try a different day.” 

“I don’t want to try a different day,” she grumbled petulantly, “I want you in me now.” 

His cock twitches between them, a little blurt of precum appearing at the slit, and her pout only deepens, “Sorry,” he murmurs sheepishly but Y/N shakes her head, knuckling at her eye in frustration but scooting backward until she wasn’t straddling his lap anymore. She lowers, her breath ghosting warm over his prick, and his hips buck up unintentionally, “You don’t have to --” 

“I want to,” she murmurs, stretching her lips over the tip and sucking him down like she’d grown so fond of doing. The way she sees it, is if she can’t cum herself then she wants to make him cum, even if it means stirring an ache in the jaw. His heady taste still makes her dizzy with want and she pulses around nothing, which only serves to remind her of their dilemma and it drags an inadvertent whiny groan around him. Harry’s hand goes to the back of her head, fingers curling up in her hair and giving a soft tug. 

“M’sorry baby, but m’g’na cum if you keep that up.” 

“Want you to,” she barely murmurs over his cock, dragging the inner portion of her bottom lip against his frenulum, and he throbs against her palm, then another time against her tongue before a throaty mewl leaves him and he’s cumming. One shot leaving him to lay thick on his belly before she has the chance to tuck the tip into her mouth, feeling him spurt and dribble on her tongue. She likes how he tastes, maybe more than she should, swallowing it down and sucking him dry, until his thighs twitch and he tugs at her hair again, a little more insistently than last time. 

When she withdraws with a pop, licking around her mouth, and crawling back up his body. He gives a disbelieving puff of a laugh, shaking his head, “Christ, I promise I used to be able to last much longer but there’s something about you that just really -- really gets me off.” 

“Good,” she pushes a kiss to his lips, all bitten swollen and puffy, “It’d be better if I could just -- if I could just get you inside me.” 

Harry’s hand draws careful, intricate little circles into the soft skin of her back, her breasts pressed to his chest, “How ‘bout this,” he begins, his voice low and the vibrations of it reverberating throughout her whole being, “I’ll run us a bath, yeah? Get you all nice and relaxed -- think you’re getting yourself all too worked up and it’s making it harder for it to happen.” He pats at her bum gently, “Then we’ll try again, okay? Just don’t get so hung up on it, s’making you tense.” 

“Fine,” she murmurs, pushing herself up from the warmth of his body, “But if this doesn’t work, m’selling my soul off to the devil and maybe he’ll make it happen.” 

Harry snorts through a laugh, “Fuck sake,” he shakes his head, “Never know what’s about to leave your mouth.” 

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Harry’s never felt guilty about having a big cock before. 

If anything it had always been a bit of a stroke to the ego when he couldn’t fit inside someone right off; that little gasp when the head slides in and their walls stretch to accomodate his size always made him twitch some inside of them. Having them keen and moan about how full they feel and how big he is and how they would never forget how he felt inside of them because he’s hitting spots that they’ve never felt anyone hit before. It was gratifying and something he reveled in and ultimately what drew him to his end. 

But with Y/N -- god, he feels like shit. Like absolute shit! 

He’d never been with a virgin before, so he wasn’t particularly sure what to do, or how to fit in her, or any of it. It’s why he hadn’t fucked her the first night, determined to do some research on how he could slip inside her easier. He had a ton of strawberry lube in his nightside table though when he suggested it she had been convinced that they wouldn’t need it. He was planning on taking his time properly stretching her out with his fingers, for a good hour at least, and even try with a smaller toy to get her ready for it. 

And he has to get her to relax, that’s the most important thing, above all. He can see how tense she is when they try, how much she wants it to work, how nervous she is for her first time, and how frustrated she becomes when he isn’t immediately bucking his hips into her. That’s what makes him feel so bad, is because she’s trying so hard and she hates that it isn’t working. She just wants to make him feel good, she’s said it many times, and if she could feel good at the same time then that would be great but it pisses her off that she can’t get him inside of her. And as precious as it is when she’s all huffs and puffs and pouty (it only makes him want to ravish her more), he just wants her happy. Doesn’t want her to feel incompetent in any way because she isn’t and it makes him feel more like the inept. 

So he’s thankful when she agrees to him drawing them both a bath, and plans on beginning it in there. Makes it toasty and warm, filled with bubbles, and lowered himself inside the steaming water at first beside her, then he drags her into his lap and leans them both back. They rest for some time, just talking, and he can feel her muscles soothe and her body melt against him, even when his hands travels to the inside of her thighs and he begins running his fingers along the length of them. If anything she hiccups on her words but that’s the extent of it, continuing to tell him about a documentary she’d watch on speckled tree frogs. 

It’s only when his hand slips up and over her clit softly, the pads of his fingers pressing over the swell of it, and when she stutters over a sharp inhale, “Shh, shh,” he shushes her, kissing the shell of her ear, rolling the button in small little circles, “Just focus on how it feels, baby. Relax and focus on how good I make you feel.” 

She nods and he’s pleasantly surprised to feel her stay all melty and mushy with her back to his chest. The only time she even startles is when he slides his finger into her, but it’s only for a moment. She soon relaxes again, and he speaks in gentle coos and hushed murmurs only to encourage it, “That’s my girl,” he curls it up, petting against the soft little spot inside of her and his cock twitches when she a little whimper leaves her, “Does it feel good?” 

“Mhm,” she hums, tilting her head back against his shoulder, the water sloshing some around them, “S’good, s’really good.” 

“Yeah?” He withdraws his finger only to push a second and he can already feel her walls giving way much easier to them than they had been, “G’na open you up all nice for me, Pet. You jus’ gotta relax for me and let me stretch you out.” He scissors his fingers open, twisting them a little and his other hand swings around to press to her lower belly, feeling it quiver and tremble beneath his palm. The pure, carnal desire that tickles his own cock, filling back up against her bum but he ignores it in favor of sliding a third finger inside of her, his thumb rubbing her clit side to side. After doing this and eating her out several times before he begins to recognize when she starts to hit her peak, her thighs falling open, her breathing beginning to falter. 

Though he doesn’t give into those sweet little whimpers that begin to leave her, instead taking his touch away from her completely, ignoring her small , “No, no, no” ‘s when she realizes what he’s doing. He starts stroking her thighs once more, shushing her again, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” pushing more soft kisses to her ear. 

When she’s calmed down completely, he does it again. Gets her just before she tips over and then takes away his hand, lets her wiggle and whine until she calms and he touches her again. 

And again. 

And again. 

He’s done it about six times, when she finally flips around, the water sloshing on the sides of the tub and she’s looking a little wrecked, “Harry,” she asks, “What’re you doing t’a me, huh? Why won’t you let me?” 

Harry reaches up, petting her cheek with a sudsy thumb, “Greedy thing,” he tuts his tongue, “C’mon.” 

He guides her up and out of the tub, dragging off one of the fluffy towels from the warmer rack and rolling it out for her, tucking it around her body and pecking a kiss to the tip of her nose. Only loosely does he wrap the towel around his waist, his hand to the small of her back ushering her towards the room, instructing her to get on the bed. She listens easy, crawling into the bed and letting the towel slip off of her as she flopped down, flipping over so she faced him and Harry splits her thighs open for her. Her pussy looks swollen and wet, messy with her arousal and it makes his mouth water, as he takes three of his fingers, dragging them down her slit and dipping them inside of her with no resistance. 

A smile grows on his lips, curling them upward and watching her thighs squeeze around his hand, “Sweet girl,” he pats her thigh, leaning over to the nightstand and pulling open the drawer reaching in for the little bottle, “Think you’re ready for me, but we’re g’na use some lube just in case -- wipe that pout off,” he plucks at her bottom lip, “This will just ensure it.” 

He clicks the cap open, drizzling the cool liquid over his cock (that had chubbed up all the way by then) and slicking it up and down. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he says a short prayer that this will be the time as he takes hold of himself and tips his cock down. The head buds at the hole and his toes curl, taking in a deep breath as he pushes forward and watches as her walls stretch around the tip as he begins to sink in. His mouth is hung open, abdomen clenching, “Oh,” it feels good -- so fucking good, and he looks up to Y/N who is looking at him, all moony eyes and he leans forward, lowering so that he’s hovering over her body, pausing with just the tip in. As much as he wanted to sink in deep, she’s more important to him than how pleasantly good this feels, “Are you okay, Love?” 

She nods, “Yeah, m’okay,” she laughs a little, squeezing around him and he bites back his own whimper, “You’re inside me.” 

“Mhm,” he murmurs, “I’m inside.” 

“Good,” she grins, and Harry feels his heart swell in his chest, thumping hard as his own smile drags at his lips, “I’m happy.” 

Harry kisses her with every inch of himself, slowly pushing in further and Y/N’s walls are giving, letting him inside. As cheesy as it sounded, he’d never felt this amount of love in his body as he’s been in bed with someone and he’d never been happier. Even as he’s pushed all the way in, feeling her pulsate and squeeze around him -- the delightful, wonderful, beautiful feeling of her pussy fluttering around him didn’t compare to how amazing it felt to be doing this when he was so in love with her. He feels so connected to her and he’s so happy that they finally can be intimate in this way.

He parts with a soft smack, “Y/N,” he pushes another kiss to the corner of her mouth, “You feel so good.” 

She nods, “You do too --” she responds, “It hurts a bit but not bad. . .s’like a burny kind of feeling but it’s good -- could you. . .would you move?”

“If it hurts at any point you tell me to stop, okay?” He tells her and she hums her assent, drawing back slow and pushing in at the same pace. It felt so good, so so good, and the soft little whimper she makes when his finger goes to her clit and starts to roll it beneath her fingers once again. She squeezes and flutters and moans -- Harry feels like he’s going to blow, the first time he pushes in and his balls thwack against her bum. She’s still tight but not to the point that he thinks it would be hurting her and he stays slow, asking her every so often if she needs him slower but she always shakes her head. 

Eventually, her fingers dip into his bicep, “Could you go faster, please?”

Harry nearly cums right there. 

She’s wet, soaking his cock because he’s stroking against her bump inside of her with each thrust, and it’s starting to make a squelching noise every time he fucks into her. Y/N’s mewling and keening, legs twitching, and he knows she’s about to cum. So he quickens his thumb and he goes faster, and he feels her gushing around him, her thighs squeezing around him tight as she hits her end. 

Harry has to slip out fast after that, almost immediately beginning to cum himself when he runs his hand over his shaft. Thick, hot white ropes, again on her stomach, one even extending to her breast; Harry gives a breathless laugh at the fact that he’d already cum and yet he was nutting off like he’d been weeks without it. 

By the time he’s finished, he’s breathing heavy, flopping over her body no matter the mess he’d left atop of her, and she wiggles beneath him, “Harry,” she squeaks, “You’re heavy! And you’re g’na get sticky.” 

“If I make you sticky, s’only fair I get sticky too,” he tells her decisively, “Though I do believe we’ll need another shower.” 

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Y/N’s happy. 

And as she’s sitting on the couch, snuggled into Harry’s side, with a fuzzy throw pulled over them, she decides that she’s never been this god damn happy in a very long time. 

She’s so, god damn, happy!