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Favorite Random Harry Styles Smut Links

WARNINGS: smut, mostly submissive Harry

Good morning - Harry Styles

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medicine*

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VOGUE Shoot

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Can you imagine harry getting a bj for the first time 😱 he would be super whiny and hopelessly desperate, bless

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after-after party

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i know you usually only write for cody but imagine giving harry a handjob and forcing him to look at his reflection in the mirror. so he’s on his knees facing the mirror and you’re behind him stroking him 👻

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Okay I need a full version of night swimming with Harry and you giving him a handjob.

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Dirty BBQ - Harry Styles

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neverland I*

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Wanna Be Yours

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Baby You’ve Got Me Tied Down

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makin harry come & he’s not allowed to touch himself

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My Little Mess

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The Pact

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Please please some Harry being edged!!!

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Date Night

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My Princess

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Just imagine sub!harry, alright? Laying on the bed on his back and shirtless, his arms stiff at his sides because you told him not to move. You slowly unbutton his jeans, tutting at him about how he had been misbehaving during the dinner party that night.

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Imagine overstimulating Harry. Like you've already made him cum but you continue riding him and he whimpers from the combined pain and pleasure.

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Golden

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needy harry 💕 (smut)

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Sunday Smut Concept #23

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my stress reliever

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Twelve Hours in Miami // h.s. - Part 2

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Jasmine

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Best friend y/n taking pictures of H in a field of sunflowers 🧐😇

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I know your requests are closed but GOSH it would be so hot for the roles to be reversed in 'Not Fake' where Harry 1. Never had an orgasm, 2. Was never able to get off from a previous hookup/partner 3. Hadn't had an orgasm in a REALLy long time so when things get /steamy/ he's v sensitive and swollen and so whiny to be touched......Ok I need to go and lie down or go outside bc I shouldn't be thinking of these things!

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Issues [h.s]

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Harry being a complete sub,while y/n riding Him and praising him till he cums really hard and whining when she cleans him up cause he's still so sensitive

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hard candy

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Want Some Help?

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Champagne Mixed with a Bit of Adrenaline [h.s.]

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I'm sorry but I can only imagine how cute harry is when he's horny :(( he's all whimpering, lying on his bed, wearing only a white shirt while he's pumping himself. I can picture him wearing his rings too, and biting into a cloth to keep himself quiet while blushing. HHHHHHH

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He Masturbates To You * 14+

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For When You’re Missing Me.

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Sub harry who is just discovering his kinks and your fucking him one day and put your hand on his neck and he says tighter in a breathy little whimper and so you do and that's how he finds out he likes getting choked

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Phone Lovin’. // Dirty Harry Styles Blurb

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A Special Valentine

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His First. (A Dirty Harry Styles One Shot)

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The Fishnets

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I can't get the thought out of my head of Harry waking up hard and grinding on the bed to get himself off until he cums. Or humping a pillow until he cums.

.....just think he's also probably done that at some point or another.

Shit, I am feral omfg.

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anything with nipples clamp PERIODT

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cum swapping w harry !: after sucking him off you spit his cum into his mouth so he can realize how good he tastes 😌

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Excessive (Harry Mini Oneshot)

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Little Spoon

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then again sometimes i get really sweet (harry styles imagine)

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I Don’t Care (I Love You)

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Sheep between the sheets CEO! Harry

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The One About Harry’s Moans

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Daddy

Warning(s):sub!harry, a little degrading, daddy kink (a little different from the usual one)

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Oh, Anna!

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I know you said neither h or the missus used the safe word ever but can you imagine if H did. All the stories about that it’s always the missus but what if harry gets too overwhelmed and uses it and the missus feels bad

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Welcome Home

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Cuddling with harry and u slip ur hands down his joggers just to feel his dick and he’s like .... Nah that’s not on tbh and ur like I JUST LIKE FEELING IT IN MY HAND

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Grind. (A Harry Styles Blurb)

Grind. PT 2 (A Harry Styles Blurb)

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In which you’re way too good at riding harry.

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LINE GOES DEAD

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Playing with harry's nipples and figuring out that they're really sensitive

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Own Me

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I feel like Harry would Nut™ if he undid his trousers, pulled them down, and you just went "Wow." LIKE THAT BOY IS BIG™ AND THICK™ AND I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME™ AND TEASE ME WITH HOW BIG HE IS™

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Marks

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HS Subby Husband Harry Concepts

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I JUST 🗣WANNA🗣TALK🗣ABOUT HARRY BEING INTO SPANKING🗣 but aye plot twist HE LIKES BEING SPANKED BC HE'S BEEN A BAD BOY™ and he's all breathless and rutting against your thigh as you leave red handprints on his ass plEASE TELL ME I AINT ALONE IN THIS

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Good Morning.

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waking up to harry moaning and grinding his hips into the bed and taking care of him

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pls do one with 13, 14, 23. maybe y/n and harry are friends, but they both feel a little more for each other and one night they kiss for the first time and/or sleep together. <3

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E10 w subharry

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Maybe figuring out h has a pain kink and he asks the reader to spank him

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h dry humping the reader until he cums

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BUT LIKE BEST FRIEND HARRY WHO TEACHES YOU TO BE SEXUAL BICKCJD

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no bc alienrry being h word for the first time 😭😭😭😭 he would be like MY STOMACH IT BURNS WHAT IS HAPPENING AM I DYING

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Harry grinding on the readers thigh. I always see the reader grinding on his thigh, but this sounds so hot

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In which Harry gets hard at the most unconvenient moment

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The Dry Humpty Dumpty

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daddy!harry fucking you awake in the morning, your laying on your stomach with Harry’s hand holding you down on your lower back pounding into you. When you wake up your a moaning mess trying to grind your ass back into his cock trying to match his rhythm he then ask “you like daddy using your little body like this for his own pleasure don’t you princess? “And all you can do is nod and try to form a sentence but your so overwhelmed with wanting to cum you can’t , all you can do is moan.

i forgot how to breathe reading this

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what about H playing with your boobs

What about this playing with my emotions 🙃

Listen..,.,.,he’d love it. Sucking on your nipples, tonguing at them lightly, flicking just the tip against them to tease you. And then he’s full on lapping at them with the thick of his tongue, feeling them get perky under his rough tastebuds.

His head ducked down to your chest as you sit against the headboard with a hand clutching the hair at the nape of his neck, eyeing him hazily as he sucks one entirely into his mouth, his huge hand cupping and massaging the other with his cold, chunky rings catching on the little bud and sending your spine shivering.

Harry would look up at you through his thick lashes, the damp corners of his swollen crimson lips quirking up in a cheeky simper. He’d hollow out his cheekbones as he sucks, lulling his eyes to the back of his head because he knows what it does to you, moaning all low and whiney. The vibrations wash goosebumps across the supple skin of your breasts, every cell in your body spazzing out of control.

He pulls back, a tiny thread of saliva dipping between his plumped lips and your pebbled nipple. He licks the excess wetness from his mouth, worrying his bottom lip between his two front teeth as he takes your chest into his humungous palms, squeezing both together and smirking softly. “Gonna miss these so much on tour.”

thinking about how priest!harry would fuck y/n in a church without hesitation.

she would be pressed against the stage, her head tilted back to stare at the cross above them. harry would be snug between her thighs, cock aching inside her as he thrusts in and out of her. her walls clenching around him, she would cry out from how good it feels.

he would be so sick. sick enough to drag a wooden cross down her chest, right between her breasts as he fucks into her. or use it to press against her throat to cut off her airflow.

"father harry, p-please, i can't--it feels so good," she would cry out, her toes curling as his hard cock rutted up into her dripping wet pussy. harry would smirk at the formal name, his fingers trailing down her stomach to watch her goosebumps raise.

"call out my name, darling, let the angels hear you," his hips would snap harder into her, his hands clasping around her thighs as he held her hips to his to bury his cock into her.

"g-god! oh my god!" she would cry out, grasping at the low carpeting on the stage as her back arched. she would feel herself nearly there, ready to release all over his cock.

"mmmm, wrong name, but i'll take it," he would chuckle out.

Ok a concept since it is the anniversary of met Gala harry today and mg harry is also popular he will be called to met Gala so he is dressed up and bambi reaction to his outfit and she says she wants to fuck him but he says something along the lines of later baby don't want the scratches to show through the net.

OMG BITCH YESSSSS

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“Is that why you won’t let me go with you?” 

From the corner of his eyes, he could see her kneeling on their bed, pouting, but he knew she was far from innocent. She was practically naked and obviously enjoying how she got him in the palm of her hand.

“Oh please, you don’t even want to go.”

“I do now.”

She didn’t. She would rather shave her head than walk the red carpet with him. She had fun teasing him and it was working because he could feel himself getting hard. Thank God they didn’t put him in one of those tight suits.

He marched up to the bed and beckoned to her. She scooted toward the edge, smoothing her palms over the material of his outfit. He caught her hands before they reached his stomach. His gaze dropped to her breasts and he arched an eyebrow. “Put some clothes on, baby.”

“I have clothes on.” She grinned, plucking at her panties.

His fingers tightened on her hips as he tossed his head back, shut his eyes and groaned. “Not gonna fuck you. Not gonna fuck you. Not gonna fuck you.”

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. I will spare you this once.” She tapped her hands on his shoulders like a friend to a friend, but it only made him want to fuck her more.

He gathered all the self-control he could get to lean in and kiss her on the cheek. If he kissed her lips, he’d have to pin her down. He wanted to say “fuck the Met” and go for it, but Jeff would kill him, and then her.

“If there are videos or photos of me walking the red carpet with an erection, you’ll have to pay for it,” he said.

Her lips quirked. “Have fun. I’ll be at home waiting for those videos and photos.”

David Dawson & Harry Styles | My Policeman

Long Island- 11/28

“Love, please.”

“Harry! There is absolutely no way that I’m going to get caught by one of your family members having sex in the car.”

“Please darling, I need you.”

“Baby,” she turns towards him, stroking his cheek gently, “we can’t. Imagine your mum walks by, or ROBIN!” she says, shocking even herself with the mention of that possibility.

“We’ll be quiet, yeah? I promise.”

She sighs up at him, “Harry…”

“Y/N…” he looks over at her, eyes pleading.

She shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Okay, fine, hurry up and pull down your pants,” she exhales, climbing over the centre console separating the two.

His face lights up instantly, dimples digging into his cheeks as he quickly works on his zipper.

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a/n: i didn’t have anything else to post so here’s a mini-blurb from my drafts :)

cuore mio

from the series theadora.

for anon. smut. oral (f receiving), spitting, daddy kink, public sex.

"They're– Harry," she pushes his head away, and Harry lets out a groan, lips still puckered and wet from his kisses. "They're there..."

He looks up at the crowd in question.

Everyone's either drunk or too hot to care about anything around them. They're either singing, reading, or just taking a nap. He bites his bottom lip, looks around the small deck area they're on, and spots her beach towel she's been using as a pillow as she sunbathed before Harry interrupting her.

She watches him yank the towel away from where it's been sitting, and he opens it.

"What are you doing?" She laughs, eyes darting between the towel and Harry's boney fingers as he places it over their laps. "We look suspicious as fuck."

"They don't care," he murmurs into her neck, grabbing her by the side of it to move her closer to his face.

His kisses are slow, practiced, and wet. He smells of the beach, and the sunscreen she'd put on him a few hours ago.

And a bit of sweat.

She grabs him by the back of his neck, suddenly feeling too brave, and he opens his mouth, tongue finding hers as he sucks it into his own mouth. He smiles into the wet kiss, smiles at the noises she's making, knowing full-well he's got her under his spell.

Harry moves to her chin, then the side of her chin, her neck, then back up. He kisses her cheek with open-mouth kisses, and she giggles, hands grabbing him roughly, pressing him into her.

He lets out a growl when her hand touches his belly, then his cock over the shorts he's wearing. "You're so fuckin' hot," he whispers, forehead pressed against the crook of her neck. "So fuckin' hot."

"You are," she whispers, eyes trying to find his gaze.

He looks feral, eyes darting between each and every feature on her face.

He looks like a man on mission.

His hands say so.

"Yeah?" He bites the side of her neck. Hard. "I'm hot?"

She nods, watching his hand disappear under the towel.

She knows what's coming.

His warm hand cups her pussy over the tiny bikini bottoms she has on, and he lets out a moan, clearly not liking the fact that he has to work with yet another layer.

"Yes," she nods, voice quiet. "You're so hot, H."

"God– fuck," he bites into her shoulder, teeth almost breaking the skin. His fingers work the bikini bottoms and finally, they're pushed to the side, creating access for his long fingers. "You're so fuckin' wet."

She hides her face in the crook of his neck, smelling him, the smell of beach and sweat, and Harry retracts his fingers, quickly bringing them up to his mouth. He looks up at their friends, then back at her, and puts his fingers in his mouth, then moves his hand back under the towel.

She opens her legs wider, as discreetly as she can, and he breathes into her neck while his fingers rubs her pussy. He finds his rhythm quickly, the way she likes it, and she can't help but grab his other hand and place his fingers into her mouth. He rubs her pussy with his middle finger, bringing her slick up and down, and she bites his fingers in hopes of staying quiet.

She feels the coil in her stomach, so deep inside, and when he finds her hole, his palm pressing against her clit every time he pumps his fingers in and out, she feels like something gives up inside her. She feels hot, too hot, and she feels as though she's going to pee if Harry doesn't slow down.

She says as much while he licks the underside of her ear, lips then finding her earlobe and sucking on it as his fingers fucks into her harshly.

"Slower," she manages to whisper into his fingers. She licks them, kisses them, and Harry can't help but nod, hand going to wrap around her neck in a practiced manner.

His thumb strokes the side of her neck while he fucks into her with his long fingers, wet lips kissing and sucking on her warm, probably-sweaty skin.

"I love you," he chokes out, palm still creating friction against her clit. "I love you so much," he whispers, lips finding hers again.

She answers back, with her own kisses, wet mouths creating obscene sounds, and they're lucky Xander has decided to play music very loudly in the distance.

"Harry," a breath leaves her mouth, teeth clinking together, and he nods.

"Oh God," she fights his kisses, feeling too much all at once, and she leans her head back as Harry follows.

It's like he can't get enough of her mouth.

He abuses her lips with his, wet kisses all over her face, her mouth, and she feels his spit running down her chin, so she lets out another moan, hips already bucking up to meet the thrust of his fingers.

She feels it on the tips of her toes, her hands, her stomach.

Her cunt.

Everything feels on fire.

She's on fire.

"Gonna come for me?" Harry asks, voice raspy and low, and he licks the saliva that's running down her chin back into her mouth. He's clearly not looking for a response as he kisses her.

She can't help but nod weakly still, hand pressed against his. Then, she moves it to his upper body, fingers finding his pecks as she strokes the hair on his chest, then holds onto his necklace as he keeps fucking and rubbing her cunt.

"Come on," he nods, hair falling against his sweat-covered forehead. "Gonna come for me? For Daddy?"

"Oh fuck– fuckfuckfuck I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Yeah, that's it," his abuse on her cunt becomes rough, almost more focused. Feral. He fucks another finger into her pussy as she squeezes around his fingers, and she moves her hips against his palm as she begins coming undone. "That's my girl. That's my good fuckin' girl," he bites her chin, making her lean into the touch. "Doesn't even care that we're in public..."

She feels like she's in a dream, Harry's fingers still deep inside her.

"No..." she moans– whispers more like.

"No," Harry agrees, forehead pressing in the crook of her neck. He licks there once, then leaves a kiss. "She doesn't care. You'll give it to me whenever and wherever we are, won't you, baby?"

"I love you," she nods, feeling cold all of a sudden, despite his fingers being inside her.

She feels him smile against her neck, and he looks up. "I love you. So much."

"Yeah?" She feels the need to ask. Again.

"I love you so, so fuckin' much," he kisses her cheek, his free hand wiping the saliva off her chin, and cheeks. "You're my heart."

"I am?"

"You are. You are everything."

just something in the works :-)

“You want to be a brat? I’ll treat you like one,” He tells her, voice firm and eyes glinting with enmity and intention.

She releases a surprised squeak when he grapples her by the hip and flips her onto her stomach. Pinches her eyebrows as he knees his way onto the mattress and lands three slaps in concession, hard.

“Not being a brat,” she huffs, inhales sharply when another hit lands.

“Not being a brat? Is that just what you said?” His tone is incredulous, and she can imagine the disbelief his features shape, the way his lips tighten in resolve. “You don’t ever mouth off to me.”

She hums as he forcefully lifts her hips, lips parting when he delivers another blow with an open palm.

“What do little, insolent brats get, darling?” Harry slaps her again, “Hm?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’m not a brat,” She quips, voice carrying a tune of attitude.

This time the smack makes her gasp, “Stop mouthing off.” She whines when a litany follows. “I’m sick of it. You want me to be mean? I can be very mean.”

“I don’t want you to be mean,” She squeels, “Ouch.”

“Then don’t make me,” He retorts sternly. Surely her skins reddened by now, she feels like she’s on fire. Harry’s following through, delivering more pain than pleasure.

“Stop it,” she huffs. Lets out a keen when he hits her again, hard. “Feels like needles.”

“That’s the point. You’re not supposed to like it.”

And. She could apologize. She could say, “sorry, I shouldn’t have called you stupid when you didn’t give me the remote so we could watch Toddlers and Tiaras.” But he is stupid.

“I still think you’re stupid,” she grunts.

There’s a sharp inhale behind her, a pause that lingers, almost thoughtful.

“You know what, baby? Raise your hips,” comes an order laced with malevolence.

She shouldn’t call him stupid. It’s one of his “rules.” They’re not...on that page. The novel hasn’t progressed from whatever their relationship is now into anything playful, he’s not her boyfriend. Even with the hankering on her part, though she’ll never express that to him. Maybe it never will.

For now, she respires deeply in annoyance, knees her way up. Lengthy digits curve around her thighs to maneuver her back. His rings are cold against her skin. And she lets out a high, started sound when the first strike lands.

“You’re going to understand your place by the time I’m done,” Harry affirms faux airily before he distributes another to her pussy.