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Honestly, to be honest, it is just pure smut. . .like just true filth hope you like it! 

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Y/N hadn’t known Harry was so filthy. 

Well, she kind of did, but certainly not to the extent he could be. They might be involved and he might tuck his prick inside of her and murmur and whine about how good she feels, but at the end of the day, she looks at him and sees a soft, sweetheart of a father to Teddy. One who sings bedtime songs and sometimes puts a bendy straw in her drink, or pries open a package of cookies for her because he forgets to turn his dad-mode off. The same man who pouts when he has to work when she’s got the day off, or snuggles his head beneath her hand as a signal that he wants to be pet on, like a needy kitten. 

So when just pure, unadulterated smut drops from his mouth, she doesn’t know how to handle it. 

Their day will start off innocent enough; if she spent the night, he would wake up early, cook her and Teddy breakfast, have Teddy wake up and then instruct him to go wake her up. Meaning many mornings she’s stirred from sleep by two small hands pushing against her shoulder and a wet, sloppy kiss pushed against her temple. “Y/N,” he would murmur, “Gots to wake up fo’ the day! Daddy mades us pan’tates.” Sometimes she’d loop her arm around him and keep him lying down next to her, saying quiet enough for Teddy to think it’s a secret but loud enough for Harry (who is waiting in the doorway) to hear, “If we pretend to be asleep, then Daddy has to bring us our food in bed.” 

(To which he promptly replies, “Or Daddy could just eat all the food,” encouraging both of them hurry downstairs.) 

On the days that Teddy stays with them, they might go to the park, the zoo, the mall, the discovery center, or just about anything that keeps Teddy engaged with the world for a little while, they’ll take him home, they’ll all have a nap, and go about their day relaxing within one another’s presence. The days that Teddy goes with his mum, Harry will take her to dinner, they’ll go see an R-rated movie or maybe hang out at one of his friend’s places (which involves a lot of penthouse mingling that Y/N doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to), or he might take her to an event that isn’t quite suitable to come show Teddy off at. Which means surprising her with a marvelous dress, taking her to get her hair done and racing her to the counter to pay for it (though Y/N can beat him sometimes, he’s got a hefty track record of being quick on his feet), and teasing her with how bothered she gets when he comes out looking far too good in his suit of choice. 

Today was one of the days that Teddy went off with his mum, so Y/N is drawn from sleep by Harry spooning her and his fingers tracing the outline of her panties. They’re slow, careful, just the right amount of a soft graze that makes her clench and pulsate like her center was beckoning something to fill it. Harry’s mouth was tucked against her throat, but as she stirs he raises some from where he’d been nibbling and suckling at the skin. “G’morning, sweet girl,” he murmurs lowly, his breath ghosting past the shell of her ear, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” she rasps, bucking her hips weakly but he uses his leg to pin hers down, “Please —“

“None of that,” he chides her, pushing a kiss to her jawline before stroking his fingers across her slit above the fabric, “Greedy, didn’t I just make you cum last night? And you were about to beg me to touch you?” He tuts his tongue, and she can feel him shaking his head but the smile on his mouth is pressed against her skin.

Y/N grumbles a little whine as he withdraws his fingers from her entirely, before blowing a raspberry into the skin of her neck. She squeals, coaxing a bright laugh from his throat as he pats her thigh, “C’mon, Pet, I’ve got some fruit cut up for you.” 

He slid out of bed with that and she had been so disgruntled by that she contemplated rolling over, tucking herself further in the covers and going back to sleep. If not for the grumble in her tummy, she very well might have, but instead she slunk her way downstairs with her brows deepened, letting him know just how she felt about his antics. It did little to make him want to do anything other than laugh and tease her more, which included but was not limited to: not fixing how lowly his boxers slung on his waist, lulling his tongue around his lips slow when he dribbles some of the fruit’s juices down his bottom lip, or stands on his tip toes, reaching out towards the ceiling to show the stretch of his skin over  his muscles, or even flexes his bicep just the right amount near her mouth because he knows she likes to bite into it.

Y/N had grumbled into her the tea he’d made her and when he asked her to speak up, she but grumbled louder into her mug, “You’re a dick.” 

All he did was giggle, push a kiss to her head, and let her know that they were going to the opening night of an art gallery, so he would be going to pick up their dry cleaning while she finished eating and waking up. Y/N nodded, Harry pushed more kisses to her temple, and told her to wear the white, silky lace lingerie that he she had surprised him with last weekend (and given it’s rare Y/N wants to go through the trouble of getting gussied up when she knows by the end of the night she’ll be covered in sweat, spit, and cum — when she does wear it, Harry gets incredibly worked up).

She putz around a bit while she waited for him to come back. Took a shower, washed her face, brushed her teeth, then tidied up some in the den and in the kitchen, attempting to ignore the tickling burn in her lower abdomen. A few times she wanted to pause, succumb to the naughty thoughts filling her brain, and slipped her hand beneath her waistband but she knows that he would know if she had made herself cum. Had a terribly good knack for picking it up and she doesn’t know if it’s because she’s needier when she hasn’t, or if there’s a certain look to her afterwards, but if he slips down her waist and she had when he told her not to, she gets a glare from where he’d been tucked between her thighs. 

“Well, I guess since this pretty little pussy has already cum today, she doesn’t need me. ” 

So she ignores her body’s pleading in favor of playing with Eeyore, pretending like the thought of Harry wasn’t making her salivate. 

That’s how most of her night is spent -- pretending. No matter the fancy dress he’d put her in, or the incredibly high statured people she was meeting, the only thing on her brain was how much she wanted to get home. When he pulls her into his body by the shoulder for a hug, or kisses her on her temple before asking how she’s doing, or offers her flutes of champagne and slices of the needlessly expensive red velvet cake -- all she can focus on is his mouth. Or his eyes. Or the way he smirks when she is very clearly paying very little attention to the world around them because he’s puckered his lips around a strawberry to take a bite. 

Her panties were in ruins, she knew as much, and she grew increasingly annoyed with how needy she had become. How easily he could warp her brain into same, filthy cesspool it’d be if she spent hours alternating between reading smut and watching porn, just by a teasing graze of his fingertips on her more than seven hours prior. And when she’s annoyed, she’s a bit of a brat isn’t she? At least, that’s what Adam and Niall say. Gets a bit huffy and grumpy, rolls her eyes when he tells her that she wouldn’t like his wine when she takes a sip anyway (she hated the taste, actually, but she tries not to show it on her face). 

Sometimes he’ll let her get away with it, since it isn’t so often -- especially when they’re around Teddy, because Y/N has to be some semblance of an adult then. Will give her this look that says he knows she’s being a brat and he’ll give her a chance to redeem herself. However, when he’d given her that look and she promptly ignored it, she could practically feel the anger that had begun to radiate off of him. 

The smile had left his mouth as he excused them from the conversation, making some reason why they needed to step away for a second, but Y/N hadn’t heard it. She was far too busy realizing that she had actually pissed him off, a jolt of both excitement for getting attention sizzles down her spine, along with a droplet of panic. Where was he taking her? What would he be doing? Is he taking her to tell her that she’s not cumming tonight? Or would it be one of those pleasant surprises where he apologizes for making her wait so long while seeing that it had affected her mood? 

She could have only hoped for the latter, but the firm grip on her wrist tells her she’s wrong. He turns her out of the exhibit, down a long corridor that is almost entirely vacant, and she has no time to question how he would know such a place would be personless when he makes them take a sharp turn into an alcove. Wordlessly, Harry flips her around, hikes up the dress she was in and lands a swift, yet hard spank at the center of her bum. 

Y/N gasps, her hands coming up to stable herself against the wood paneling, her cheek pushing up against it soon after as Harry moves in closer, his chest to her back as he bent to her ear, “You think being a little brat is going to get us home any faster? Or make me want to finish what I started this morning?” His breath is hot against her ear, her heart is thumping against her chest and her breathing falters some as the sting of his swat glows to every nerve ending on her bum. “I will gladly take you home, stuff your mouth full of my cock, not let you taste a drop of my cum, and leave your other needy little hole all hopeless and neglected. Is that what you want?” She shakes her head, her core clenching and throbbing with a want so fervent that she wonders if he just stroked against her clit, if she would cum. It doesn’t seem too far off from reality though, considering how his tone had shifted from his casual, calm way it always is to this deep, commanding resonance. “Then I suggest you be a good girl, yeah? Can you do that for me?” 

Y/N nods, “Yeah, I can. Promise.”  A shiver slithers through her, peppering goosebumps along her skin, and she feels a droplet of her arousal trickle out of her and she has to close her eyes for a moment. He flips the satin blue slip dress back over her bum, guides her to turn around, before pecking a kiss to her mouth, a small smile at his mouth as he gives a slow shake of the head, “Needy little thing,” he huffs through his nose, “Can’t even stay upset with you, hmm? You’re worse than Eeyore.” 

It’s when they get home, that the true filth begins pouring from his mouth.

She thinks Harry had planned on teasing her more since she’d been bratty before, but once he’d rucked her dress up and split her thighs apart when she’d flopped back on his mattress, and he’d seen she had soaked through the white lingerie, he groaned. Y/N thinks he has a bit of a thing for when he can get her that worked up, because she can see his cock twitch where it strains in his trousers. “Fuck,” he bites down hard on his plushy, bottom lip and Y/N wants to kiss him but he makes no movements towards her mouth, as he takes the pad of his thumb and runs up against her slit slowly. “Look at that,” he murmurs, “You’ve soaked right through them, baby,” he tucks his fingers beneath the wet cloth and lets it slap back against her, to which she flinches and chokes on a moan, as he smooths it down so they adhere to her skin again, “Can see your little pussy through this fabric. You’re really that worked up for my cock? Is it really that good?” 

Y/N nods, giving a breathless whine, bucking her hips upward and Harry begins to lower, scooting on his knees backward as he slides his arms around her thighs and keeps her spread. He noses at her clit once, breathing in one deep breath as his eyes flicker up to her, “Please,” she whimpered, not entirely sure what she’s begging for, but Harry shushes her. 

“Just wanna -- ” he begins, but leans forward before he finishes his sentence, letting his tongue fall from his mouth and give one slow, wet stroke, “Oh,” he all but whimpers to himself, dragging his tongue back against her slit and stifling a growl, “I forget how good you taste,” he murmurs around her, tonguing and suckling as he speaks.

It’s too much and not enough all at once, her hips again twitching weakly towards his mouth and instead of teasing her, he meets her half way. Gives an opened mouth suck over her clit, before zigzagging his tongue over her covered lips and Y/N feels them part some from beneath the fabric. Her toes curl, digging into the sheets and blankets below them, knees fighting to meet each other but he doesn’t allow it. Lowering to rub his nose against her again, he slides his arm from around her thigh so that he can pull the crotch of the panties over to the left. 

Instead of letting his tongue rub between her lips and over her swollen bud, he just stares for a moment. Sighs a warm breath that washes over her, making her twitch, before he sucks a kiss at the sensitive, tender skin where her thigh and labia meet. When she gasps, he smiles, “Sweet thing,” he says, sounding almost like he’s speaking to himself, “Once I get my tongue on you, I don’t want you to cum, okay? Even if it feels like you can’t possibly hold it.” He ghosts the pad of his thumb against her, watching her flutter beneath his touch, “‘cos if you cum, Pet, I won’t give you my cock tonight.” 

The whine that leaves her throat is almost automatic, as she swallows thickly but she doesn’t fight him. While he was far more soft than mean when it came to his dominance, he wasn’t afraid to swat her bum hard, or deny her of things she liked like twisting a hand over his cock and spurting on her belly without letting her have a taste. After that first night together, when he was finally able to fit his cock inside of her, they opened up to one another about kinks and things they wanted to try (Y/N, with warm cheeks, had told him that she likes to be bossed around and told what to do, and she’ll never forget the way he nodded fervently, place his hand on her thigh and reassured her not only was it okay, but that he would be more than happy to do it) and they found she was quite insatiable when it came to his prick. Which was terribly gratifying for Harry and incredibly annoying for her, because she’d never been this hard done by someone’s prick before. She has no doubt that if she did cum, he would stick to his word. 

Which lead them to a long while of Harry pampering her with his tongue. After that first wet, warm coat of saliva he lulls over her directly to her flesh, he emerged himself within the taste. Deep, long strokes of his tongue against her, slurping at the arousal slipping from her, digging dents into her thigh as he keeps her held open and just about gorges himself. Y/N had never witnessed a man more content between her thighs, as he looked up at her, the movements of his mouth almost languid in nature like he was planning on spending his whole night there and he didn’t look the least bit worried about it. If anything, he looked rather at peace with his smacked, suckled kisses over her clit and the way he moans after burrowing his face closer into her slit. 

When it felt like she was going to cum, it was apparent, in the way her muscles went rigid and her moans became louder, frequent. Her hand in Harry’s curls tries desperately to press him away, but he doesn’t abide by her silent pleading. Instead he brings her right to the very tip, just teetering over the edge, before withdrawing entirely and placing a kiss to the soft inside of her thigh instead. 

Harry does this five times, adding his fingers in on the third round, before Y/N feels like she might just burst. He laps all of her juices up eagerly and gives a hummed giggle against her when she whines, “Please,” her fingers curl into the sheets, twisting them up tightly, “Please, I jus’ want to feel you.”

Parting from her, he reveals his lips all swollen red and slick, “You want my cock, baby?” He questions her and she nods. 

“I’ve wanted it all day.” 

He mocks a pout, protruding his bottom lip expressively as he sits back up on his knees -- somewhere in between now and when he was torturing her with his tongue he had lost his shirt, so now he works solely on the button of his trousers that are barely containing his cock. “All day?” He inquires, like he wasn’t completely aware of the fact, as he shakes his head, “Poor thing, you’ve been waiting all day for my cock but I haven’t even let you look at it, hmm? Which is just torture, innit? Especially with how much you love it.” He pushes his pants down, and his prick slaps up against his abdomen soundly, and she has to discourage a moan from leaving her throat at the sight. He was so big, and the swollen head was leaking, precum slipping down from the tip -- what she’d give to fit her lips around him, but he’s in the kind of mood where he would give her an ultimatum of which hole she wanted filled and she didn’t have it in her not to feel him inside. Not after so long thinking about it, and waiting.

He tilts his cock down, painting it up between her swollen petals and his eyes flutter some, before he finally sinks down into her. The most lovely of sounds leaves his throat as he feels her stretch around him and Y/N experiences that almost immediate fullness as pushes further. She can feel herself pulsing around him and Harry, leans forward, smoothes a kiss over her mouth and she tastes herself on his lips. “That’s right, squeeze me,” he groans, “So damn tight.” 

There is a little pause in where he allows her to accommodate him but when Y/N bucks her hips, he starts with those small rolls of his hips that drive her wild. She could cum just from this -- just from him being just barely moving inside and Harry knows it. Sighs as he starts to quicken his pace, eyes trained on her face with a small smile painted on his lips, “S’that feel good?” He asks, and while she quickly nods, he lowers his hand down and presses gently at her stomach, where his cock nudges against her, “Looks like it feels good, hmm?” 

“So good, s’so good,” her hands cling to his shoulders, holding on tightly, feeling the muscles shift beneath the skin as he works himself into her. When she looks up to him, their mouths smearing together with each stroke, his nose brushing against hers, “Please don’t stop.” 

“I won’t,” he promises, his voice taking on that usual gentle tone he has, one of the hands holding him up he uses to cradle her cheek, using his thumb to pull down at her bottom lip and slide his tongue against it, suckling at it for a moment before parting, “How could I when greedy hole is squeezing me so tight?” 

Y/N’s going to cum and she knows it. . .she’ll cum just from his cock, because he’s so big he hits everywhere inside of her and his words are so filthy they send shivers and sparkles down her abdomen. The way she squeezes and milks around him lets him know that her orgasm is sizzling at the edges, so he quickened his pace, fucking into her harder, and Y/N cries out, “Cum,” Harry murmured, “Go on, cum Darling.” 

It doesn’t take much more, as her orgasm rattles through her and has her holding onto him tightly, both his prick and his shoulders, her thighs squeezing around his hips and keeping him locked in place. It’s enough to hurtle him towards his own, her pulsating around him and he groans as his hips stutter before he slips out, running a quick hand over himself and spurting not only on her stomach but on the fabric of the dress as well. 

They’re both breathless, panting, and when they lock eyes Y/N feels a giggle bubble in her throat. A smile creeps up on Harry’s mouth, as he slides his fingers in the mess he’d made, feeding it into her mouth, humming as she cleaned his fingers as she still tittered, “What’s so funny, Pet?” 

Y/N puckers her lips for him, beckoning a kiss (which he does without question) before she answers. 

“How do you get cum stains out of a dress?”